"Ever since I was a little girl," I began. "I've been watched. Some were protecting me, others were waiting for the right time to strike.
"When I was eight years old, an angel came to me for the first time. He told me he was my guardian. That he would protect me." I started playing with the pendant around my neck. "I didn't know why he was supposed to protect me. Or what I was being protected from. I only ever found out when one came for me.
"I was ten then. I had just started showing signs of my magic. After an accident regarding a tree, a car and particularly bad fire, they showed up. A man came in a plume of black smoke. Soulless, black eyes stared back at me."
"You know what these memories do to you." Cadewyn warned. "Be careful."
"He grabbed me. Tried to take me with him. He told me his boss was waiting for me."
"Who was his boss?" Tyler asked.
"Crowley." His name came out as a hiss. Tears burned at my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. "He sent those demons to kill my family. He sent the Vetala to attack us."
"But why do they want you?" Tyler questioned. "I still don't understand."
"I'm getting to that." I snapped.
"Aria." Cadewyn hissed.
"The magic I have... it's dark. Extremely dark." My hands tightened into fists. "Crowley wants it as a weapon. But he needs to unlock it first. It's why he killed my family. My magic is fueled by emotions. If I get angry or scared or upset, the darker it gets. If he gets his hands on my power, he could raise hell."
"But now that she's found you," Cadewyn began. "It will be easier to keep her under control."
"You're sure about that?" Tyler asked.
"Absolutely." I looked down at my hands and thought about all the destruction I've caused.
"I'm done talking about this." I said, returning the book to its shelf. "Let's just find out what poisoned me."
"I still don't understand why they used guns." Cadewyn remarked. "It's not like their not dangerous enough."
I couldn't reply. I could feel Tyler's eyes boring into me again. I turned to him and saw the fire in his eyes.
"Can I talk to you Tyler?" I asked, snapping him out of it. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him out to the hall. "What's your problem?"
"I don't know." I could tell he was lying. "Maybe it's the bond."
"The bond said nothing about you being a creep."
"Well that's all I got."
"Listen..." He cut me off with a kiss. I pushed him off me, fuming. Not that I didn't like it.
"Don't do that again." I warned.
"Why not?" He asked. "You can't deny you feel it to." I bit my lip. He was right, I did feel it.
"I don't get myself involved in that." I said. "I can't afford luxuries like that. They just get hurt." I hoped he didn't hear the crack in my voice as I walked back into the library.
"I've found something." Cadewyn said as I entered.
"What is it?" I asked.
"The bullet was soaked in st-John's-wart. Poisonous to fey. Technically, you shouldn't be alive." I moved my shoulder and pain shot through my whole body. I welcomed it.
"It doesn't make sense." I said at last. "He needs me alive to get my magic."
"What if it wasn't Crowley?" Tyler asked. "What if someone wants you dead?"
"Who would want me dead?" I glared at him. The fire from before was still in his eyes and I looked away quickly.
"Simple." Someone said from the doorway. "Heaven."