Daria’s POV 

 

The first thing I understood was that this time I wasn’t going to be thrown out. Last time it felt like I was getting pushed backwards by a fast final hand. This time the feeling was more like it was arguing with itself. I was lifted by the force, but I was left hanging in the smoke, as if two people were pulling me with their opposite forces and neither one wanted to let go. 

 

“Let her go,” Silas shouted. His voice cracked down the middle here for the first time. I never heard him like this, not even when my mom died.

 

“She is not the one...