"Amaya!" Darian yells. I frown as I moan into Lane's chest. "Lets go," Lane stands and pulls me up with him. I groan as he takes my hand in his. We walk down the hill toward the house. I wish I didn't have to leave. "So how's your mom?" I ask as my head starts to spin. "Better," Lane whispers, "Now that she's not in the house with him anymore she seems to be less stressed." I nod. I tighten my hand on his as I lift my hand in the air. As purple mist drifts from my finger tips.