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into reality.
    Pete and Scott’s terror morphed into friendly smiles. Each helped Luke up and threw an arm around his shoulders. As they walked toward the school, Kellan noted, “That was…a nice thing to do.”
    “We’re nice people.” I grabbed my bag and headed toward the school.
    Kellan kept pace beside me, his hands stuffed in his jeans. “We’re not nice people, Shay.”
    “Shut up.”
    “We’re not people, Shay. And what you did just there, a normal person couldn’t have done that.”
    “Shut up.” I didn’t want to hear about what I’d just done. I didn’t know what had come over me.
    “You just bonded those three guys for life. You did it with magic, Shay. You don’t ever use that stuff.”
    “Shut up, okay?” I shrugged him off, but Kellan caught my elbow. We turned a quick corner, another, and he shoved me against the wall.
    “What is your deal?” I pushed back at him. “I thought this is what you wanted. You want me to use my powers, like you do, right? Like Gus and Vespar? Isn’t this what you wanted last night?”
    Annoyance flashed over his features before he gripped my arm tighter and leaned close. “You’re on edge, Shay. Your powers don’t come naturally to you like they do to us because you don’t use them. We use ours all the time. I’m not going to accidentally kill someone if I get a little angry.”
    “Yeah, you wouldn’t want to kill someone…on accident.”
    Kellan stiffened. I grew wary as fury formed in his eyes.
    “You have something you want to say?” He grew quiet. Too quiet.
    A chill slithered down my spine. “You’re right, Kellan. We don’t do nice things. You’re a demon. We’re all demons.”
    His eyes pierced mine. “We’re not demons, Shay.”
    “No, we just come from demon blood. There’s a big difference, isn’t there?”
    Kellan pulled me from the wall and against him. “Our mother was conceived by a demon. Yes, we have demon blood in us, but that doesn’t make us demonic or evil or murderers. It just makes us not nice people, but we’re not demons, Shay.”
    I kept quiet. He was reassuring himself, too.
    Kellan took a breath, brushed some hair away from my face, and tried to compose himself. He added, forcing a lighter tone, “And you’re wrong. This isn’t what I wanted last night. I want you to stop denying who you are. It’s dangerous. You snapped just now. You altered those guys for the rest of their lives. If you’d stop denying yourself, you wouldn’t have done that by accident. You need to control yourself.”
    Holding my breath, I unwound Kellan’s grip from my arm and pushed him back a step. He teetered backward, then took another step away.
    “Fine, you’re right.” My voice was unsteady in the wake of such intensity. “I’ll…practice my powers. I won’t do something like that again. I promise.”
    Kellan didn’t say anything. He turned and nodded once, with his back slightly turned from me. He ducked his head and pushed his hands into his pockets.
    I knew what that meant when he took that stance. He was off, and he needed to re-center himself. I shook my head, more to clear my thoughts than to deny what had happened. But then again…what had just happened?
    Kellan shook his head. “I’m not really sure.”
    “What?” I looked up, confused.
    “You just asked what happened. I don’t know why you snapped. What were you feeling?” He swung those composed sapphire eyes to me again. The old Kellan was back, smooth, controlled, and oh so dangerous. He wasn’t riled any longer.
    I narrowed my eyes at him, thinking it hadn’t been hard to push Kellan’s buttons.
    He doesn’t get that pissed with me.
    Gus was right when she’d said those words.
    “Shay?” Kellan prompted.
    “Oh yeah. Uh…what was I feeling?” I shrugged, “I don’t know. I guess…I wasn’t sure actually. I just wanted—I was frustrated. I wanted to help that kid, but I knew I really couldn’t. Those guys would be beating him up