Moments later, my aunt returned and slapped a thin leather album in front
 
 of me. Lifting an inquisitive brow, I carefully opened it. Inside were faded
 
 newspaper clippings and photos. The first headline read, Local LaSalle Girl
 
 Slays Rampaging Ogre! There was a picture of a girl, not more than fifteen,
 
 standing by the smoking corpse of a monster.
 
 I flipped the page. Malign Magic Mingles as Malicious Mage Meets His
 
 Match! The faded color photo showed a red-haired girl on the steps of some
 
 public building. My aunt.
 
 She leaned in and spoke softly. “That was Edwin North, a particularly
 
 heinous criminal and a pervert. He messed with the wrong girl.”
 
 My mind whirled. An album of monsters and villains she’d overcome. Or
 
 to think of it another way, people she had murdered.
 
 What was my death toll now?
 
 “Savannah, you have power—deep, untapped resources of magic. I can
 
 feel it vibrating around you. It’s a gift, but it means you will be hunted and
 
 challenged all your life. Get used to it. You have to face down your fears and
 
 not let them get in the way of the magic around you.” My aunt touched my
 
 hand and smiled when I looked up. “I don’t keep this book because I’m
 
 proud, or because I need trophies. I keep it because sometimes I’m scared.
 
 For myself, for my husband, for my son, and now, for you, too. It reminds me
 
 that the gods gave me the talent to protect myself and the strength to
 
 overcome anything. You have that strength. I know it.”
 
 I swallowed and nodded as I turned the page.
 
 A fierce, bearded face looked back at me with dark, half-mad eyes. The
 
 headline above the little black-and-white photograph read, Victor Dragan
 
 Dead at Last. Laurents and LaSalles Overcome the Dark Cloud Hanging
 
 Over Magic Side.
 
 My aunt tensed. “Dragan was the worst. Absolutely deranged. And I
 
 disintegrated him at the end.”
 
 I scanned the article. “You worked with the Laurents—the werewolves. I