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something else?”

Elizabet lifted her hand; white-gold light flickered over her fingers, glittering in the cold light of the
kitchen.

“This is what we have to talk about,” Elizabet said, the light brightening around her hand as she spoke.
“This is magic.”




Chapter Three
 “I don't want to talk about it,” Kayla said. Her eyes darted to the door out of the kitchen; she was
certain that Elizabet couldn't run as fast as she could, especially if Kayla had a head start. Maybe she
could get out of this house and away from this crazy woman, make it back to Hollywood before the
police could catch up with her.

“You're not going to run anywhere, not in your current condition,” the woman said, watching her closely.
“I think you nearly killed yourself tonight, and it'll take time to recover from that.”

“I didn't . . . how did you know about that?” Kayla demanded.

:Trust me, child, I know.:

Kayla stood up quickly, and her chair tilted and clattered to the floor. She backed to the door. “Stop
that!” she shouted, her voice very loud in the small kitchen.

“Ididn't say anything,” Elizabet said mildly. She glanced at her hands; as if an afterthought, the sparkling
lights faded away.:But you heard me, didn't you?:

Kayla whirled, looking around the room for the source of the words. This time she was certain of it;
Elizabet's lips hadn't moved. “It's a trick, isn't it?” she said, her hand reaching behind her for the
doorknob. “You're playing tricks with your voice.”

:You know I'm not. Why won't you listen to me?:

“Get out of my head!” Kayla covered her face with her hands, unable to stop the tears and hating herself
for crying. “Stop it!”

“I'm sorry, Kayla. I didn't mean to frighten you.” Elizabet's voice was gentle. “But I wanted to prove
something to you.”

“What's that?” She looked up angrily.

“That you still have a lot to learn.”



Carlos breathed deeply of the cool early morning air outside the police station, smiling despite the taint of
automobile exhaust and street garbage. “It's good to be out, Manny,” he said.