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CHAPTER 3

School had been closed for a week, but that didn’t mean Hunter felt any eagerness about returning. He sat in his jeep in the parking lot and watched students stream through the doors.

He didn’t want to go inside.

He shared American Lit with Calla. How was he supposed to sit there in class with her and pretend nothing was going on?

Calla had been using Ryan Stacey to start fires in an effort to bring the Guides to town. She’d been drawing pentagrams in lighter fluid inside each of the houses they burned—a mocking call to the Guides, who painted pentagrams on houses where they suspected pure Elementals lived.

Now Ryan Stacey was in jail, and Calla had renewed her threat. She and that mystery boy would start burning down houses until he brought Guides here. How the hell was he supposed to do that?

And even if he could, was that any better? Luring people into a death trap?

He pulled out his cell phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found Bill Chandler.

They hadn’t spoken in days, but Becca’s father answered almost immediately. No preamble, just: “Hunter?”

“Calla Dean broke into my house this morning.”

“What did she want?”

Hunter couldn’t get a read off his voice. No curiosity, no anger, no boredom or exasperation. Hunter never had any idea where he stood with Becca’s father—which was reassuring in a way because he’d never had any idea where he stood with his own, either.

“She wants me to bring the Guides here.”

A pause. “This isn’t news.”

“She said she’s going to keep burning down houses until they come.”

“If these arson attacks continue, she’ll bring the Guides here on her own, eventually. She doesn’t need you.”

That wasn’t the answer Hunter was looking for. “Do you have any idea who she could be working with?”

“No, and I don’t care.”

Hunter blinked. “You don’t . . . care?”

“No. The Guides will come and eradicate the problem. If I get involved, it puts Becca at risk.”

“Calla will kill people. She’s not making little fires. She—”

“She’s alive because you missed an opportunity, Hunter.”

Shock trapped the words right in Hunter’s throat, lodging there until he could barely breathe around it.

“I told you to make sure Gabriel Merrick didn’t cause trouble. Instead, you helped him find it. You shouldn’t be involved.”

Hunter gritted his teeth. Yeah, Bill had asked him to keep an eye on Gabriel Merrick, a Fire Elemental with a temper to match. But Gabriel had been using his abilities to rescue people from the mysterious fires popping up all over town.

Hunter had helped him.

But when Ryan Stacey had set the library on fire, Calla had revealed herself to be the Elemental behind the arson attacks.

She’d also taunted him, claiming to be responsible for his father’s death. Hunter had drawn his gun.

And then he’d been unable to pull the trigger.

Hunter squeezed his eyes shut. “People would have died—”

“They didn’t. You saved them. But you allowed Calla Dean to get away, and now she has leverage.” He paused, a weighted silence full of judgment. “You made your bed, kid. Now you lie in it.”

The phone clicked off.

The shock settled into something like fury—at himself. Twice before, he’d had the opportunity to fix a problem, and he’d hesitated before employing lethal force.

And then he’d stood in the library, surrounded by fire, listening as Calla recounted her crimes.

All that training, and he couldn’t pull a trigger.

Now he’d have to confront her. Here, at school, where she couldn’t cause a scene.

The school hallways were crowded: the main corridors that led past the library were blocked with yellow caution tape, forcing people to go through the basement locker areas just to cross from one side of the school to the other. Hunter was bumped at least three times while he was trying to get his books together for morning classes.

Then a hand came out of nowhere and shoved the books straight out of his arms, sending them skidding across the tiled floor. “Welcome back, jackass.”

Gabriel Merrick.

The gesture had been casual. The venom in his voice had not.

Hunter stared after him, wondering if he should retaliate—or if he should swallow his pride and take it.

Because he kind of deserved it.

“Hey,” he called.

Gabriel flipped him off and disappeared around the corner.

Hunter figured he was lucky Gabriel hadn’t set his books on fire.

In homeroom, he ignored the morning announcements and tried to think of a plan. He shared fourth period with Chris and Becca. Maybe he could start there. If they knew what Calla was up to, they’d want to help.

Or they’d tell him to screw off.

He needed a backup plan. He couldn’t stop Calla by himself.

Someone cleared her throat, and Hunter blinked, realizing that the room had gone silent. Everyone in class was staring at him, including the elderly teacher who only monitored homeroom and study hall.

He’d missed something important.

“Hunter?” Mrs. Goodchild said. “Did you hear the intercom, dear? You’re wanted in the guidance office.”

Hunter sighed and grabbed his things. This would be the third time he’d been called to the office since school started. It seemed like every week they needed a new form signed by his mother. Maybe they needed another backup-backup emergency form filled out in triplicate. The headache from this morning was back, like a ball-peen hammer at the back of his eyeballs.

The main office was crowded: kids clamoring for late slips, a guy on crutches with medical forms in one hand, two men in suits who looked like salesmen but were probably college recruiters, and the hottest girl Hunter had ever seen.

For half a second, he could barely think to put one foot in front of the other.

She was standing by the main secretary’s desk, a messenger bag slung over one shoulder. Her hair was thick and blond and chin length, and a few strands fell across her face, framing green eyes. Striking eyes, full of intelligence instead of boredom. Her lips were pink and full and almost pouting. Her clothes were fitted and current and expensive-looking: a short brown leather jacket that flared from her waist, jeans that clung to the slight curve of her hips, and knee-high boots with just enough buckles and zippers to be intriguing.

But it wasn’t just her looks that held him spellbound. It was the energy in the air around her, as if the light and the air flared with tiny sparks.

Her eyes flicked sideways and she caught him looking.

Now his pulse tripped, but at least she couldn’t see that. He needed to shut this down. Girls were a complication he didn’t need right now. He shifted his bag higher on his shoulder and didn’t flinch from her look.

Her eyes narrowed and she tossed the hair off her face. Her lips parted, as if she were about to speak—but the secretary hung up the phone and held out a packet of papers to the girl. “Miss Sullivan, here’s your locker combination and some emergency forms for your parents to fill out. First period is about to start, so . . .”

She was a new student. Maybe fate was repaying him for that crap with Calla this morning. Maybe he’d been called down here to escort her around school. Maybe—

“Alice?” A voice called from the guidance counselor’s office. “When Hunter Garrity gets here, can you please send him in?”

Damn it.

He sighed and headed toward Ms. Vickers’s door.

As he moved past the new girl, he caught her scent, something sweet with a spicy kick to it, cinnamon over apples.

She was still watching him. “Like what you see?”

She said it boldly, but not cattily. Like a genuine question—without any doubt of the answer.

It embarrassed him anyway. He shouldn’t have been staring.

He opened his mouth to answer, not even knowing what to say. An apology? Something cocky, like Yeah, I do?

But one of the guys in the late line said, “I like what I see, baby!” And the guy next to him gave him a high five and said, “Why don’t you show us a little more—”

“Leave her alone,” Hunter snapped. He took a step toward them, and they mocked him, pretending to be afraid.

“Boys!” said the secretary.

The girl rolled her eyes, shoved the papers in her messenger bag, and turned for the door.

So that was that.

Like it mattered. He turned back for Vickers’s office. The door was half open, and he pushed it wide, wondering why on earth he’d been called down here.

And then he saw the student in the chair, the girl with a tear-streaked face who was cradling her wrist, and his heart just about stopped.

Calla Dean.

Kate stood in the empty hallway and checked her phone. Already, a message from Silver.

Honestly. She’d been here fifteen minutes.

Surveillance only. Do not engage.

As if he hadn’t told her that enough times this morning. Like she was stupid enough to engage with a bunch of rogue Elementals right here in the middle of school. The caution tape lining some of the hallways was proof enough of their propensity for destruction.

What did Silver think she was going to do? Start a fight in the cafeteria?

Her phone buzzed, the silent feature loud in the empty hallway.

Meet anyone interesting yet?

She snorted at the phone. The secretary had been interesting because she’d misspelled Kate’s name twice—and how hard was it to spell Kate Sullivan? The boys in the office had been interesting because they lived up to every promise about high school, leering at her like she was a pinup poster instead of a real live girl.

Except that boy with the piercings and the white streak in his hair.

He’d been interesting because of the way the air hung quiet around him, as if he walked in a sphere of his own control.

The phone buzzed again.

Status?

God! She was tempted to take a picture of her middle finger and send it back. Her fingers flew across the screen.

Heading to first period. Maybe you can do something more useful than texting me.

As soon as she pressed SEND, she regretted it. Silver stood between her and more missions like this. She started to type a new message that would take the sarcasm out of the first, when one of the classroom doors flew open.

A middle-aged teacher in a tweed sport coat and wire-rimmed glasses stood there. Students in his classroom, seated by twos at lab tables, peered out curiously.

The teacher didn’t look so curious. He gave her a knowing look. “Don’t you have somewhere to be, Miss?”

Kate slid the phone into her bag and flipped blond hair out of her eyes. She could charm anyone. She had a bedroom answer ready, but the way this guy was looking at her told her it wouldn’t be appreciated. She slapped a distressed look on her face and yanked at one of the sheets the secretary had given her.

“It’s my first day,” she said, making her voice plaintive. “The secretary said she’d have someone escort me to my first class, but then she got busy . . .”

The teacher nodded and snapped his fingers at a student in the front row of the classroom. “Nick. Show her where she needs to go, and come right back.”

Kate slid the map back into her bag and laced her words with sugar, touching the teacher on the arm. “Thank you so much. I’ve been so lost.”

He hmphed and stepped back into the room, ignoring her.

Wow. So much for charm.

“Hey. I’m Nick. Where do you need to go?”

She blinked up at the boy who’d appeared in the doorway—and almost dropped her bag.

Not just because he was a looker—though that was part of it. Dark hair, blue eyes, a few freckles across his cheekbones. Taller than she’d expected.

Because she’d seen his picture before. It was in a file on her phone, right now, in fact. She almost wanted to yank it out of her bag to double-check. Nick. Nick Merrick.

Kate locked down any trace of her abilities, though it was a challenge. She wanted to touch him, to see if she could sense his power right here in the hallway.

He sure didn’t look like part of a band of marauding killers.

She’d expected to hate him on sight. She knew what these full Elementals could do—those lessons had been drilled into her head since day one. Hell, she had firsthand evidence: her mother had lost her life trying to destroy one of them.

Right in front of Kate.

But this guy standing in front of her seemed so . . . normal that she was having a hard time dredging up a powerful emotion like hate. He had an easy, engaging smile that made her want to smile back.

But she’d seen the news footage of the recent tornado damage in town. She’d seen photos of the bridge that had been destroyed in an earthquake and the resulting flood.

She’d seen newspaper articles showing the victims of the recent arson attacks—all caused by these Elementals.

She had to stop staring at this guy. She dug through her bag for the blue sheet of paper that had her class schedule.

The teacher cleared his throat. “Is there a problem?”

Kate shook herself. She was better than this. “No. Sorry.” She found the paper and yanked it free triumphantly.

Nick pulled the classroom door shut and took a glance. “This is on the other side of the school. We have to go under the library. I’ll show you.”

She should thank him. Flirt. Try to get close.

She just couldn’t get past the fact that she’d pretty much walked in here and he’d fallen into her lap.

Kate just nodded and walked alongside him. Her nerves were screaming at her.

This boy is a killer! Do something!

Don’t engage don’t engage don’t engage.

“I didn’t get your name,” Nick said.

“Kate.” Finally, her brain decided to work. “Is that guy always such a tool?”

Nick shrugged. “Dr. Cutter? Nah, he’s all right. Anytime someone interrupts a lecture on inclined planes, he gets all flustered.” He caught the door at the top of the stairwell and held it for her.

Holding the door! A gentleman, too!

“Where are you from?” he said.

“Here,” she said. “I just transferred from St. Mary’s in Annapolis.” A complete lie, but Silver had told her that someone from out of town might arouse suspicion—and they couldn’t afford suspicion right now. She’d spent hours in the truck learning landmarks and popular hangouts just so she could pass for a local.

She could almost feel Nick’s power in the air around them, and it took everything she had not to let her guard down.

“Sucks to move in the middle of high school,” he said.

“Not for me. I couldn’t stand those stuffy old nuns.”

He smiled and glanced at her schedule again. “My brother’s a junior, too. Chris.”

God, her brain wasn’t working. She almost said I know. “Nice,” she choked.

“I think he has fourth-period History. If you’re still lost by then, he’d help you out.”

“Thanks,” she said. “I’ll look for him.”

Chris Merrick. Fourth period. Check.

Seriously, this was like shooting fish in a barrel. Silver was going to be stoked.

Nick looked over. “Juniors and seniors have lunch at the same time, so if you need somewhere to sit, feel free to look for me. I could introduce you around.”

And then Nick went and said something like that.

It threw her off balance for a minute.

Then Nick gave her a slightly wicked smile. “Though I don’t think you’ll have any trouble making friends.”

Aha! So there was a little tarnish on his gentlemanly armor. It helped her dial back the bit of conscience niggling at her. She shook hair out of her eyes and looked up at him. “I never do.” She paused. “But I think I’ll take you up on lunch. If you don’t mind.”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I did.” He gave her a breathtaking smile. Nice and handsome.

She almost hated to kill him.

Almost.