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variation seemed too mind-boggling to contemplate.
    “Anyway,” said Hunter, opening his car door and letting in the cold night air, “drive very carefully on your way home. Do you have a cell phone?”
    “No.”
    “Then send me a witch message,” he instructed. “If anything the slightest bit out of the ordinary happens, send me a message and I’ll come right away. Promise?”
    “Okay.”
    Hunter paused. “Maybe I should borrow Sky’s car and follow you home.”
    I rolled my eyes, refusing to admit I was worried about the lonely drive home. “I’ll be fine.”
    His eyes narrowed. “No, let me get Sky’s keys.”
    “Would you stop? I’ve driven these roads a million times. I’ll call you if I need you, but I’m sure I won’t.”
    He sat back and pulled the door closed. The dome light blinked off.
    “You are incredibly stubborn,” he remarked conversationally.
    I knew he meant well, so I swallowed my tart response. “It’s just—I’m very self-reliant,” I said self-consciously. “I’ve always been that way. I don’t like owing other people.”
    He looked at me. “Because you’re afraid they’ll let you down?”
    I shrugged. “Partly, I guess. I don’t know.” I looked out the window, not enjoying this conversation.
    “Look,” he said calmly, “I don’t know what happened with the car. We don’t think Cal and Selene are around, but in fact we don’t know where they are or what they’re doing. You could be in real danger.”
    What he said was true, but I felt reluctant to concede the point. “I’ll be okay,” I said, knowing I was being pointlessly stubborn and unable to stop myself.
    Hunter sighed impatiently. “Morgan, I—”
    “Look, I’ll be fine. Now stop fussing and let me go home.” Had I ever been so forthright with Cal? I had wanted so badly for Cal to find me attractive, felt I had fallen so far short of the kind of girl he would want. I had tried to be a more appealing Morgan for him, as stupid and clumsy as my attempts had been. With Hunter, I had never bothered. It felt very freeing to say whatever came to my lips because I wasn’t worried about impressing him.
    We stared at each other in a standoff. I couldn’t help comparing his looks to Cal’s. Cal had been golden, exotic, and astoundingly sexy. Hunter was more classical, like a Greek statue, all shapes and planes. His beauty was cool. Yet as I looked at him, the desire to touch him, to kiss and hold him, grew in me until it was almost overpowering.
    He shifted in his seat, and I almost flinched when he brought a cool hand up to stroke my cheek. With that one touch I was mesmerized, and I sat very still.
    “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low. “I’m afraid for you. I want you to be safe.” He smiled wryly. “I can’t apologize for worrying about you.”
    Slowly he leaned closer, his head blotting out the moonlight streaming through the windshield. Ever so gently his warm lips touched mine, and then we were kissing, kissing hard, and I felt completely exhilarated. When he pulled back, we were both breathing fast. He opened the door again, and I blinked in the glare from the dome light. He shook his head, as if to clear it, and seemed at a loss for words. I licked my lips and looked out the windshield, unable to meet his eyes.
    “I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he said softly. “Drive carefully.”
    “Okay,” I managed. I watched him walk up to the front porch and wanted to call him back, to throw my arms around him and press against him. He turned then, and I wondered with embarrassment if he had picked up on my feelings. I stepped on the gas and sped off.
    With witches, you never know.

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    Sharing
    November 5, 1968
     
    My mind is still reeling from all that I’ve seen in the past week.
    It started when I found Patrick’s Turneval Book of Shadows. That’s when I discovered that Waterwind was only one of the covens that he’d belonged to. It was the one he had grown up with, back in Seattle,