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She
had no way of knowing how long she’d be on the lam, so the money
had to last.
    Morgan didn’t bother to warn whoever was
trespassing, hunkered down in the corner behind the couch. She
pulled off her fire magick. Her hands burst into orange flames
bright enough to light up the entire apartment and blind whoever
was there – without affecting her. Purple and white flickers in her
fire distracted her briefly.
    She peered through the flames at the guy
crouched in the corner.
    “Noah?” she asked, surprised. “What’re you
doing here?” She dimmed the flames without releasing them entirely.
Noah was Dawn’s brother and the person she least wanted to run
into. He had helped her before, but she hesitated to welcome him
with open arms, not when she knew he’d once been a lackey of Dawn.
“How did you find me?”
    “Doesn’t matter. Dawn’s in town.” He
shielded his eyes against the light.
    Her fire flared, and she looked around.
    “She’s not in here.”
    “And you’re what? Here to take me to
her?”
    “No, Morgan. Can you please turn that off?”
he complained.
    “Tell me why you’re here!”
    “To warn you!” he snapped. “Look, I figured
out where you were months ago. I’ve been watching, making sure she
doesn’t get close again.”
    Morgan listened. Noah may have once been his
sister’s obedient lackey, but he had also saved her life. She
extinguished her flames and flipped the light on. Noah emerged from
the corner cautiously. The brooding teen resembled his supermodel
mother with his medium length blond hair and blue-grey eyes set in
chiseled features. He wore jeans and a leather jacket.
    “You followed me,” Morgan crossed her arms.
“Explain that.”
    “It wasn’t hard. There was a lot of snow
around the lake. It showed me where you went. I destroyed the path
so no one else could follow,” he replied with a shrug. As a water
element, he was able to communicate with, and create, all sorts of
weather.
    She frowned and tossed her keys and purse on
the couch. She had fled Priest Lake, where the witchlings’ boarding
school was located, south to Priest River on foot before hiring a
taxi to take her farther south. In hindsight, she probably
should’ve made sure no one was following her, but she panicked
after the events at the lake.
    Besides, when she made it to the border of
Idaho and Nevada, she’d grown cautious and ensured no one followed
her south. At least, she thought she’d been careful.
    “Did anyone else follow you?” she asked.
    “Not that I saw.”
    “Did you get an apartment next door or
something?” she asked, a little unnerved someone had been watching
her for three months.
    “Here?” he snorted. “No.”
    She rolled her eyes. Like pretty much
everyone else at the exclusive boarding school, including the
Turner twins, Noah was wealthy, or had been. There were rumors
she’d heard before leaving that his family’s business was headed
for bankruptcy.
    “ I’ve been close,
though.”
    “Anyway, your sister found you first and
then me?” she asked.
    “No. I didn’t tell my family where I was
going.” A troubled look crossed his features. “Just left. Like you
did to your brother.”
    The other reason Morgan hurt: her own
brother thought she was dead. She didn’t want to know the kind of
suffering Connor had gone through. “Okay. So you came to warn me,”
she said. “She’s close? She knows where I am?”
    “She’s in town, and I’m pretty sure she
knows where you work. You might not want to go back.”
    Morgan crossed to the tiny kitchen and
grabbed a chilled bottle of water out of the fridge. Deep in
thought, she considered where to go next. “How did she find
me?”
    “I don’t know.”
    One of her hands instinctively checked the
pocket with the soul stone. It was still present, as cold and
energy sapping as ever. Was it capable of calling out to someone
like Dawn? Someone possessed by a powerful, Dark soul?
    Or had Morgan not been careful