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“You mean, likethis ?” Miles slips into the black silk smoking jacket Roman wore on the night of my seventeenth birthday—the night that came so close to going so tragically wrong—until I finally found the courage, the strength in my heart, to push him right off me. “Should I keep it?” he asks, tying the sash tightly around his waist and striking a series of fashion-model–type poses. “I mean, if I’m ever asked to audition for a role as Hugh Hefner, I’ll have the perfect thing to wear!”

And I start to sayno.

Start to ask him to please just take it off and put it away.

Start to explain how it holds far too many bad memories for me.

But then I remember what Damen once said about memories—that they’re haunting things.

And because I refuse to be haunted by mine—I just take a deep breath and smile when I say, “You know, I think it looks really good on you. You should definitely keep it.”

Chapter 40

“Do you think anyone’s ever done this here before?”

I kneel down, my knees sinking into the leftover dirt from the hole I just dug, as I glance up at Damen beside me. The rich, moist soil providing a nice cushion as I lean forward and place the velvet-lined box

containing all that remains of Haven—her jewelry and clothing—into the space I just made, as Damen looks on.

“Summerland is a very old place.” He sighs, his voice tight, filled with unease and concern. “I’m sure most things have been tried at least once.”

He places his hand on my shoulder, and I canfeel the worry streaming off him. He’s worried that I’m only pretending to be fine with my choice. Convinced that deep down inside I’m not nearly as okay as I claim.

But even though I’m left incredibly saddened by my actions, I don’t doubt them or question them for a second.

I’m no longer that girl.

I’ve finally learned to place my trust in myself , to listen to mygut, to heed my own overwhelminginstincts , and, because of it, I’m at peace with what I now know I had to do. Even if it means one more lost soul has been sent to the Shadowland, Haven was far too dangerous to be allowed to continue.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to honor her.

That doesn’t mean I can’t still hold out a bit of hope for her.

Having recently been there myself (thanks to her), I know exactly what she’s going through.

Falling—floating—forced to watch the mistakes of her past, over and over again. And if I was ready to learn from it and better myself, well, maybe she can do so as well.

Maybe the Shadowland onlyfeels like an eternity spent alone in the abyss.

Maybe there really is a second chance at some point—a shot at redemption for a newly rehabbed soul?

I lift the lid off the box, wanting to take one last glimpse at the sky-high boots, the skintight minidress, the tangle of jewels—all of them blue—the dangling earrings, and the pile of rings, including the silver skull ring she wore back on the day we first met.

Back when neither one of us could’ve ever imagined our friendship ending like this.

Then, just before I close it, I manifest a single red-velvet cupcake with pink sprinkles that I place right on top. Remembering how it was her favorite, one of the earlier, more harmless addictions she so happily indulged.

Damen kneels down beside me, squinting between the cupcake and me when he says, “What’s that for?”

I take a deep breath, take one last look, then close the lid again. Scooping up heaping handfuls of loose dirt that I let fall through my fingers and onto the top when I say, “Just a little reminder of the old Haven, the way she was back when we first met.”

Damen hesitates, studying me carefully. “And who’s this reminder for—her or you?” he asks.

I turn, eyes grazing over his jaw, his cheekbones, his nose, his lips, saving the eyes for last, I say, “The universe. It’s silly, I know, but I’m just hoping a sweet little reminder will convince it to go easy on her.”

Chapter 41

“Where to now?” Damen wipes the dirt from his jeans, as I shrug, and gaze all around. Knowing the pavilion’s out, it would be grossly inappropriate after everything that just went down, and it’s not like I want to go home anytime soon…

He looks at me, having just heard the thought, so I decide to fess up and say, “It’s not like I don’t know I have to go home eventually, but trust me, there will bemajor hell to pay when I do.”

I shake my head, allowing the whole ugly scene with Sabine to stream from my mind to his, including the part just after I stormed out of the house, when I manifested a bouquet of daffodils and a BMW right in Munoz’s view, and seeing Damen wince at the sight of it.

Suddenly getting a whole new idea though not quite sure how to approach it, I glance all around us and say, “But maybe—” I pause, knowing he’s not going to like it, but resolved to broach it anyway. “I mean, it’s just a thought, but what do you say we go visit that dark side again?”

I peer at him, seeing him reply with anare you crazy? look, and, yeah, maybe I am. But I also have a theory, and I’m eager to see if I’m right.

“I just…there’s something I want to see,” I tell him, knowing he’s still a long way from convinced.

“So let me get this straight.” He rakes his hand through his hair. “You want us to go visit that creepy part of Summerland, where there’s no magick, no manifesting, nothing much of anything other than a steady supply of rain, a bunch of burnt-out foliage, miles and miles of deep, swampy mud that practically doubles as quicksand, and, oh yeah, some creepy old lady who’s obviously gone completely mad, and who, as it just so happens, is totally fixated onyou ?”

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