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out their voices. The conversation was long overdue and Charity was happy for Shane. After all, how many times had she wished she could have even one brief phone call with her mother? Just one?
    It wouldn’t happen. And right now, she didn’t have the energy to care. She was exhausted and really just wanted to go home — back to the dorms. Being a superhero took a lot out of a girl.
    “You missed your dance,” Hunter said suddenly, tracing a scalded pattern in his jeans.
    Charity shrugged. “It’s okay. It’s all about the dress anyway,” she teased with what little energy she had left.
    Hunter raised an eyebrow, looking at the dress but not at her. “Your dress is ruined.”
    She glanced down. Yes, it was indeed ruined. The fabric was torn in more places than it was still intact, and the Prodigy’s flames had burned it pretty badly. “Eh. The Council can buy me a new one.”
    Hunter met her eyes, finally. “Charity—” He flushed and looked away. The mighty Hunter looked embarrassed. Well, this is a first.
    “Will you dance with me?” His voice was soft as his fingers entwined with hers. She was tired and ached and had all sorts of injuries but right then, she felt better than she ever had before.
    “I would love that, Hunter.”
    He pulled her to her feet and led her around the coffee table. In the dim light from the kitchen, he pulled her close, wrapping his hands around her waist. Charity leaned her head against his chest and listened to his heart beat. Strong and steady. She might not remember the next day, or next week, or a year from now, but at this exact second, she knew.
    Hunter’s heart beat for her.

 
    About the Author
     
    Wendy Knight was born and raised in Utah by a wonderful family who spoiled her rotten because she was the baby. Now she spends her time driving her husband crazy with her many eccentricities (no water after five, terror when faced with a live phone call, etcetera, etcetera). She also enjoys chasing her three adorable kids, playing tennis, watching football, reading, and hiking. Camping is also big: her family is slowly working toward a goal of seeing all the National Parks in the U.S.
    You can usually find her with at least one Pepsi nearby, wearing ridiculously high heels for whatever the occasion may be. And if everything works out just right, she will also be writing.

 
    Another great read from Wendy Knight
     

     
    Chapter One
     
    Park City, Utah, Present Day
    Arianna Delacour thunked her black duffle bag at the foot of her bed, wondering if she should even bother unpacking. This was her sixteenth boarding school. Sixteen in nine years, but there would have been more if she hadn’t been home schooled until third grade. That was when the Family started sending her out to hunt.
    Wrong life . She shoved the thought away, jumping to a safer one. She had to focus on this life now. She was about to start her senior year, and she wanted to graduate. So, quieting the flames running through her blood, she started unpacking.
    “Who are you?” a high pitched voice demanded behind her.
    Ari didn’t turn to investigate. “I’m Ari. Who are you?”
    “This is my room,” the voice said.
    Ari thought it over, decided there was nothing to respond to, and continued unpacking.
    “I said, this is my room.” The voice grated on Ari’s ears and made her teeth ache. Sighing, Ari stood up, shoving her long black braid over her shoulder as she turned. A much shorter, somewhat round blonde girl stood in the doorway with her hand on her hip, green eyes glowering back at her.
    “Apparently, it’s also my room. If that’s going to be a problem, you should take it up with the headmistress.” Ari’s dark brown eyes clashed with the girl’s green gaze. The girl’s lips tightened as she gave Ari a slow once over. Ari folded her arms and glared back. Finally, the blonde gave up, shaking her hair away from her face.
    “I’m Brittany.” She dropped her hand from her hip and pushed