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found someone else." Marina was practically glowing as she rubbed her hands together in thought. "We don't have time to wait. Isabelle is helping Kal deal with this mess but none of them actually speak French. The local police force alerted some news media who are now questioning if Leonardo knows something about the strange graveyard that they all swear just appeared out of nowhere almost thirty years ago." Marina started to talk really quickly, usually an indication she was getting impatient with the conversation.
    "Why didn't you tell me? Maybe I could have flown over and helped."
    "Were you going to erase the minds of an entire camera crew, police force, and magistrate?" Marina answered simply. "I don't think so."
    "I might have been able to do it."
    The look that Marina gave Charma was so incredulous that Charma didn't need to ask what her friend thought of that idea. Obviously it wasn't just her own internal dialogue that doubted her abilities to handle things, but the entire Outsider clan was now unsure that she could be relied on. Great.
    " Charma . " The night called to her. " Come to me. I believe in you. Together we'll be whole."
    The voice in her head spoke so low sometimes she could barely make out its words. But it was always there, especially on pitch-black nights like tonight. And now Marina wasn't letting her vanquish it or even push it back down where it couldn't bother her for a few days.
    She reached up to pull her hands through her hair and found practically nothing when she went to touch. If laughing aloud wouldn't have made Marina suspicious of her mental state, she might have done it. She'd cut her long blonde hair the day before. Now it was short, like a pixie, on top of her head. Truth was she hated it. It had been a huge mistake and she was going to have to wait now until it grew back. However long that took.
    What should she do now as a nervous habit? Bite her nails? Smoke?
    "Are you even listening to me? I said we need you to go and get him."
    Oh hell . "Me?"
    "You're perfect for the job."
    No she wasn't. "Why me?"
    "Because he's locked away in an insane asylum and quasi-catatonic."
    Charma suddenly needed to move. She strode to the other side of the room, and tensed on the balls of her feet. "Come on now. Really insane people give me a headache." She'd been in their heads too many times. She might as well wear a sign that said 'Got a troubling issue? Don't worry. I'll find you, and I'll bear the burden of your problems. After, you'll feel great'. The truly mentally ill were dangerous to her. She couldn't take on their issues and still function in her own skin.
    Marina nodded and crossed the room pulling her into another hug. Charma stopped breathing for a second. Dear Gods, would she never stop touching her? She dug deep, looking for her calm interior. It was wrong to get angry with someone who was trying to be helpful, she knew that.
    "I know it's hard." Pity flooded Marina's voice, which made Charma want to gag. "You'll take some ibuprofen before we go in and you'll be fine."
    "It's not that simple and besides maybe it's Drew in there."
    Charma hoped the mention of Drew, who was Marina's soul mate although he refused to acknowledge it, would distract Marina sufficiently to get her off her back. Marina could easily become obsessed when thinking or talking about him.
    "I somehow doubt Drew, having hidden himself so perfectly all of these years, has gotten dragged into a mental institution in New Jersey." Marina paused. "Maybe it's your soul mate."
    Suddenly Charma felt like a teenager discussing the cute boys on the football team. She rolled her eyes. This was getting out of hand. "It would be fitting somehow wouldn't it? Charma, how did you guys find each other? Well, I busted him out of a loony bin.'"
    "You're so funny ." Marina bit her lower lip. "Sometimes I don't get you at all."
    Charma knew that too well, and she knew something else too. It wasn't her soul mate in that place. Her other half