Redefined by Jamie Magee Page A

be taken there. From what I saw through Olivia, he hadn’t put it all together yet. There was something he didn't understand and somehow he knew those people would be able to help him.”
    “What did Draven say about that?”
    “He wasn’t awake when he left, and when he found out he was mad, furious that he didn’t even talk to him about it. I think he’s scared you are going to blame him for Aden leaving the way he did.”
    “Stupid,” I breathed, dreading standing between those brothers once again. It wasn’t the wall thing. It was because it was something I’d always done: played the peacemaker. Long before we figured out the light and darkness thing, it was clear they were night and day, two perfect opposites.
    “Men,” she scoffed as she rolled her eyes. “Anyways, that little knockout had us all wake up with something different - at least the three of us. Aden’s wall was knocked down, we know that; my sixth sense of emotions has been elevated to a level I can’t stand, and Draven is now intensely aware of his energy.”
    “What?!”
    What did she mean? He was bad now? Pulling energy...is that why he was with Drake now?
    “Freaking-A, Charlie,” Madison said as she bent forward again. “Get a grip on that anxiety. You’re killing me.”
    Cashton was now intensely focused on Madison. “I need fire, sweetheart. Like now.”
    “Why?”
    “Because it hurts,” Madison said. “Draven is fine. The awareness is helping him with control.”
    “Because she’s being hunted,” Cashton said at the same time. “I need to know who and why.”
    I took in a deep, soothing breath. Hunted. He had no idea.
    “I dreamed something. I want to see if what I saw is the same on you.”
    “Excuse me?” she said, raising her brow.
    “Fire. Is there a fireplace in a private room?” I asked.
    She reached in her pocket and pulled out a Zippo.
    “Picking up bad habits?” I asked with a warning glare.
    “No. It’s for my caracole pencils.”
    I nodded for Cashton to leave or vanish or something, but he refused with a bit of a sinful smile on his lips. I stood up and guided Madison against the wall.
    “Charlie?”
    “I’m not going to hurt you,” I said as I eased her shirt up.
    Cashton took the Zippo from me and turned the flame up. He then guided it across her back, so close to her skin that she moved forward a bit. The mark was there, nearly the same as mine, yet the details were out of whack. He lowered the lighter to her spine, in the middle of her back, and examined the mark there. It was way different than mine. She had more spheres in her rings.
    “Dear Creator,” he mumbled.
    “What?” I mouthed.
    He shook his head from side to side. “The two of you should not be this close to each other. You’re making it too easy for them to target you.”
    “Who?”
    “Who what?” Madison asked, growing frustrated with me.
    “Obsession, right?” Cashton said. “She’s an obsessed soul.”
    I pursed my lips, halting any clear answer.
    He smirked. “You look like Mum when you do that, and she only does that when she knows I’m right and doesn’t want to admit it.”
    “There is a mark on you, Madison. A lot like mine.”
    “What?” she said as she turned quickly.
    She glanced at the lighter in Cashton’s hand. “How are you doing that, Charlie?”
    “For the sake of not sounding crazy, I’m going to go with ‘I don’t know.’”
    I turned my back to her and pulled up my tank top. As I felt the lighter come close to my skin, I heard her gasp.
    “This is like the box.”
    “Yeah,” I said, pulling my shirt down as I turned to face her. Cashton closed the Zippo and handed it back to me. I gave it back to Madison, who took it with shaking hands. “I saw mine in my dream.”
    “They branded us?!”
    “No. I remember my mom tracing mine when I was really little. It’s deep within us and apparently has some kind of life plan or something.”
    She didn’t know what to say or do, and my shock