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the Forget Me Not on him. They’d thought they had the perfect weapon to use against me. My mother must have thought it was poetic justice using him against me and I was damn well going to make her pay for it.
    “The First Kind doesn’t like me much.”
    “It seems that way.”
    “You and I were friends,” I said softly.
    “Were we?”
    “Yes, I’d say you probably knew me better than most people.”
    “Even your boyfriend?”
    “I told you Slade and I broke up.”
    “I know, I know,” he said as if struggling to recall.
     The wind kicked up and blew down the street forcing me to zip up my hoodie and shove my hands in my pockets to stay warm. Nightshade zipped up his leather jacket and I remembered how warm and comfortable it had been to wear. My eyes lingered on it and the memories.
     He lifted his arm and his eyes focused on the leather, then looked from it back to me. “You were wearing this when we fought?”
     Had he remembered our battle in the Mapmakers Union dimension? “Yes I was.” I bit my lip wanting to say so much more but knowing he had to recall it on his own.
    “Why?”
    “Your mom had given it to me.”
    “She did, why?”
    “Like I said we were friends.” The wind blew harder whipping my hair across my face. Nightshade reached out and brushed the wayward strands away. His fingers dusted along my forehead and down my cheek. I looked up into his two different colored eyes and could see that he was struggling to remember.
    “Masters?” he whispered, his warm, gentle touch lingering on my cheek.

Chapter 11
    Status: My luck is beyond sucky.
    “Nightshade,” Darla yelled as if scolding as she approached us. “What is she doing here?”
     Nightshade took a step away from me, his hand dropping to his side and my heart with it. “Going to the movies, Darla, you have a problem with that?”
     I turned to face her and she stopped abruptly. The last time we had been face to face, we had fought and it hadn’t ended well for her.
    “Still trying to hang around Guilders I see.” She sneered at me.
    I grinned. “Still dressing like a hooker I see.”
    “You bitch.”
    “Takes one to know one, Darla.”
    “Why don’t you go play with your traitor cousin?”
     That was it, I jumped forward ready to fight, but Nightshade’s arm wrapped around my waist and spun me away from her.
    “Don’t you ever talk about Jess that way!” I yelled clawing at his arm to release me.
    “Poor baby, still upset about your daddy?”
     I let out a guttural growl and punched at Nightshade’s arm as hard as I could, my hands aching to get at her throat.
    “Darla, shut up now,” Nightshade ordered while keeping firm hold on me.
    “But she—”
    “I said shut up, and don’t ever make remarks about Jess or Chloe’s father. Do you understand me? You have no idea what it’s like to lose a parent, so keep your damn mouth shut.”
    “You’re defending her?” She raised her voice and Nightshade’s arm slowly slipped off my waist and he walked toward Darla.
    He towered over her and his hands were clinched at his sides. “Jess is a Guilder and my friend.”
    “But she’s DS,” —she pointed passed him at me—“I don’t want you talking to her.”
     I stood my ground, wanting to fight her but knowing I would only cause myself more headaches if I did. Maybe Gavin’s training was paying off after all.
    “What makes you think you can tell me who I can to talk with? What? Because we went on a few dates you think you can dictate to me? Don’t ever think you can tell me what to do... ever.”
    “Th—that’s not wh—what I was saying,” Darla stammered as Nightshade looked over his shoulder at me.
    “See you around, Masters,” he said before walking off, Darla trailing behind him apologizing profusely the whole time.
    Well that went terribly wrong. I shook my head and pulled my hoodie up to block out the wind as I walked home. One moment of normalcy between me and Nightshade followed by