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Kylie to know it wasn t important.
 I asked him to tell you because I couldn t stand it. He promised he
would.
 He tried. I didn t take his calls. But I don t care, Sara. She took
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Sara s hand in hers and squeezed.  Trey and I are & so over. You re
what s important.
Another tear crawled down Sara s pale cheek.  You re not just saying
that because I m dying, are you? Sara tried to make it a joke.
Kylie didn t laugh.  No.
Sara pulled her hand out of Kylie s.  You re hot.
 You can do it. The ghost s voice came right behind Kylie s ear.  It s
your touch.
Kylie looked back at the spirit.  Do you mean & like Helen?
 What? Sara asked.
Kylie continued to stare at the ghost.
 Do it, the ghost said.  Please. Heal her. Before it s too late.
 I don t know how, Kylie muttered.
 Am I hallucinating or are you talking to yourself? Sara asked.  I
mean, I am on some pretty good drugs right now.
Kylie looked back at Sara.  No. She felt the cold of the ghost inch
closer.
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 No, I m not hallucinating or no, you re not talking to yourself?
 No to both. Kylie tried to think. Could she really do this?
She looked down at Sara s grandmother s picture.  What s her name?
 Fanny Mildred Bogart. Sara laughed.  I m glad Mama didn t name
me after her. It obviously hurt Sara to laugh because she moaned and
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dropped back on the pillow. When she opened her eyes, she stared at
the
photograph.  Do you want to hear something crazy?
 What? Kylie asked, but she thought she already knew what Sara was
going to say.
 Sometimes I think she s here.
 She is here. Kylie took Sara s hand again and struggled to know how
much to tell Sara.
Sara chuckled.  Now you believe in ghosts, huh?
 Yup. Kylie inhaled.  You d be surprised what I believe in now.
 Like what? Sara asked.
 Like miracles. Kylie looked at Fanny.
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 I could use a miracle. Sara smiled and tried to pull her hand away.
 Why is your hand so hot?
 How do I do this? Kylie asked the spirit, holding on to Sara s hand.
 Do what? Sara asked, her voice sounding as tired as her eyes looked.
 I don t know how, I just know that you have the power.
 That s not helpful, Kylie responded.
 You re talking to yourself again, Sara said, but she d stopped trying
to pull her hand away.
 I know, Kylie told Sara. Then Kylie remembered how Helen, the
fairy who had the ability to heal, had touched Kylie s head when she d
checked her for tumors. And Helen had said that s what she d done
when
she had healed her sister s cancer.
Dropping Sara s hand, Kylie scooted up to the head of Sara s bed. She
brushed Sara s bangs from her brow. Then she reached over with her
other
hand and touched both of Sara s temples.
 What are you doing? Sara asked, looking at Kylie and making a
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funny face.
 Trying to help you relax, Kylie said, knowing it sounded lame.
 Okay, this camp has turned you weird, Sara said, and started to
reach up to move Kylie s hands.
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 Tell her that your mom did this for you when you weren t feeling
good, Fanny said.
Good idea.  My mom used to do this to me, and it really made me feel
good.
Sara dropped her hands down.  Okay, but if you try to kiss me, I m
screaming for my mom. Sara giggled.
 What? I m not your type? Kylie asked, and giggled, and then she
tried to concentrate on positive healing thoughts.
* * *
It was after nine that night when Kylie left Sara s house. When she d
been
there for about an hour, Kylie had slipped into the bathroom and
called
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her mom. She cried when she told her mom about Sara s cancer. Her
mom said she d call Mrs. Jetton tomorrow and that Kylie should stay
with Sara as long as she wanted but to call before she started home.
Kylie didn t leave until Sara went to sleep. She had forgotten to call
her mom, but since she lived close, she didn t worry.
Her neighborhood was dark, no streetlights no lights on in the
houses, either. A power outage, Kylie told herself as she fought an
urgent
sense of unease.
And that s when it happened.
Something large hit the windshield of her car.
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Chapter Thirty-three
Kylie s heart stopped when she saw the body against her windshield.
She
slammed her foot on the brakes. Oh, my God. She must have hit
someone.
Then she saw the face staring through the windshield at her. The
rogue, the vampire who d killed those girls in Fallen. But how? Hadn t
he
been  dealt with?
She accelerated and swerved, hoping to throw him off the car. It didn t
work. Clinging to the car like a spider, he inched over, smiled, and
punched his fist through her car window. Glass shards went
everywhere.
She screamed and pushed the accelerator harder. He reached for her.
His
fist wrapped around her neck and squeezed. She couldn t breathe.
Couldn t move. Fireworks exploded before her eyes. Her last thought
was
of Sara. She hoped she d healed her. One of them should live.
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* * *
When Kylie woke up, she sat up on a cold, heavy wooden chair. Her
head
and throat throbbed. She went to rub her temple, but her hands
wouldn t
move. She heard a clinking noise, metal against metal. Chains?
She pried open her eyes but saw nothing. Pitch-blackness surrounded
her.
Shuffling her feet, she heard chains rattling again. Aware of cold metal
bracelets against her ankles and wrists, her mind started rationalizing.
Her arms and legs were bound with some kind of metal chain. She
attempted
to shift her limbs to test her theory.
Yup. Chains.
She hated being right, too. The memory of the rogue filled her head. A
scream lodged in her throat.
She blinked and hoped to see something but only blackness invaded
her senses. She inhaled. The scent of dirt and concrete filled her nose.
The lightest intake of air reached her ears.  Is someone here?
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No answer came.  I know someone s here, she said. Trying to test her
strength, she pulled at the chains.
She was barely able to move.
 So the rumors of your strength were just rumors. A raspy male voice
echoed in the darkness.
 Release me! Panicked even more, she fought against the chains that
bound her, but she couldn t free herself.
 You shouldn t struggle, Kylie. You ll spend your energy uselessly.
Save your strength to think. To make wise choices.
Forcing herself to calm down, she listened. The voice echoed in the
room. She didn t recognize it. She remembered the rogue vampire who
had crashed through her windshield. Panic clawed at her raw, dry
throat.
She tried to remember what his voice had sounded like. She could hear
him in her head, but it hadn t been the same. Had it?
 What kind of choices? she asked.
 We have much to talk about. Definitely not the rogue and not a voice
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she d heard before. It sounded & rusty, almost & old. From the way
the
voice bounced around the room, Kylie sensed she was in a tunnel.
 Where am I? Who are you? She would have asked what he wanted,
but she was too scared to know. Face it, when you find yourself in
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