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After I sat down, Camille twisted her nail polish cap closed and pulled away from the curb. “How was school, Shoman?” “Eric.” She rolled her light eyes and tapped the steering wheel. “So how was school, Eric?” “I don’t appreciate the sarcasm,” I said, glaring out the window. “You don’t see me calling you Teresa.” “That’s because I hate my name, and you know it.” And what if I hate my Dark name? She sighed, “Sho—Eric,” she paused. “Are you having anybody over tonight?” “No,” I said, hoping she wasn’t planning on busting my plans. I had freedom—no guard—and she wasn’t going to ruin my only opportunity to figure out what was happening. “You never have friends over anymore,” she said. Maybe because I don’t have any. “Ever since Abby—” she continued, and I shook my head. “We’re not talking about this, Camille.” “I’m sorry,” she said, biting her lip as she focused on the road. “But I feel like we used to be such good friends—you, Jonathon, and me—and now you barely talk to us.” 

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“I have other things on my mind,” I said. Like that girl I saw last night. Camille immediately raised her eyebrows. Her job was to guarantee I made it to the Marking of Change alive. If I was up to something, she was supposed to know and tell my father. “What happened last night?” Camille asked, and my throat tightened. She hadn’t seen the girl. She would’ve freaked out. “Nothing,” I said, and she squeezed the steering wheel. “Then why were you acting so strange?” “Camille—” “I’m concerned, Eric,” she said, and I groaned, lying backward in the seat. “You sound like my mother,” I said, and she shook her head. My mother was dead. I didn’t have to remind her of that. I gripped my hair and dug my nails into my scalp. “Sorry, Camille,” I muttered, searching for a complicated lie. “My father and Mindy are getting to me.” Personal information would distract the conversation away from last night. “I don’t enjoy having a stepfamily. I never have, and I never will. Especially a human one.” “Mindy and Noah have been around for two years, Eric.” Right. Noah. I had a stepbrother. “They aren’t even shades,” I said. “I can’t be myself in my own house.” “To be honest with you,” Camille hesitated, shaking her head. “That’s probably for the best.” I crossed my arms, but she was right. The Marking of Change was prophesized to happen on my eighteenth birthday. The battle was almost exactly a year from now, and I wasn’t even ready. On top of that, the Light wanted to know anything about me—my name, my identity, where I lived, where I went, what school I attended, anything—just as long as they could kill me before the prophetic battle. I was constantly hiding, even from myself, and the only time I had exposed myself, Abby died. Other than Camille and Pierce, she was the only shade I had known in both of my worlds. Now she was gone, and it was my fault. “Eric?” Camille leaned over to catch my eyes, and I realized we were parked in my driveway. I was home. I picked up my stuff and opened her car door. “Thanks for the ride, Camille,” I said, ducking outside. “Are you sure that you’re okay?” she asked, and I nodded. “Have a nice night off,” I said, shutting the door before she could continue the worst conversation of all time. “Shoman.” Her resonant voice shuddered through me. “Be careful. I love you.” She was my best friend, my sister, and my mother figure, yet she couldn’t trust me to be alone.  “Love you, too.” I sent a message back, knowing our love was meant for siblings. We weren’t infatuated. That would practically be incest. Camille’s BMW backed out of the driveway as I burst through the front door. I shut it behind me and listened to Mindy laugh away at my father’s jokes in the kitchen. Our kitchen was on the second floor, next to my bedroom. It was perfect when I was hungry, torture when they were in it.

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