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I try to push the thought away, but it lingers Soust of wind hits us, and the rain, which was drizzling on us before, starts to co for three solid days, ever since the fires It’s cold, that kind of chilly da rolls between the blackened trees

Reminds me of hell, actually

I pull away fro

God, I need therapy, I think

Right As if I can picture tellingabout how I’el-bloods have this purpose we’re put on earth to fulfill, how on the day of el Who literally took me to hell for about five ht hiht Then I had to fly off to save a boy from a forest fire, only I didn’t save him I saved inal boy didn’t need saving, anyway, because he’s part angel, too

Yeah, so that my first visit to a therapist would end withcomfy in my new padded cell

“You okay?” Tucker asks quietly

I haven’t told hi Because Mos you’re more likely to draw their attention, however that works

I haven’t told his

“I’m fine I’m just” What? What am I? Hopelessly confused? Completely screwed up?

Eternally doomed?

I go with: “Cold”

He hugsto warhtly offended look he gets when he knows I’ive him another kiss, a soft one, at the corner of his mouth

“Let’s never break up again, okay?” I tell him “I don’t think I could handle it” His eyes soften “It’s a deal Noe of the burned clearing He opens ets in He grins “Let’s get the heck out of here”

I love that he says heck

I’ve totally had enough of hell

It’s a different girl this year, sitting in the silver Prius in the parking lot of Jackson Hole High School on her first day of class First off, this girl’s a blonde: long, wavy gold hair with subtle tints of red She wears her hair in a tight ponytail at the base of her neck, and on top of that she’s craray fedora, which she hopes will coe and will take some of the attention away from her hair She looks sun-kissed—not tan exactly, but with a very definite glow But it’s not the hair or the skin that I don’t quite recognize as my ohen I peer into the rearview ray eyes is a brand-neledge of good and evil I look older Wiser I hope that’s true