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How long will it take for anyone to find us?

Around me, the jungle seems to literally darken with my thoughts. I touch my head, wondering if beyond the memory loss, I sustained some trauma to it. It’s only when I see a band of deep-blue magic twisting through the trees that I realize I’m not imagining things at all.

The sight of magic out in this jungle should frighten me; it certainly looks ominous as it creeps between the trees. But it stirs something in me, something is right there, at the edge of my mind—

Empress…

My skin pricks. That voice again!

Come to me…

Without thinking, I rise to my feet. I’ve heard of sirens luring people to their deaths; this must be what it feels like. There’s a stirring in my blood at the call of that voice. I don’t know what it wants with me or if it means to do these other passengers harm, but I have the pressing need to draw closer to it.

And so I do. Before the doctor or anyone else can come check on me, I slip away into the rainforest, letting the trees and the shadows swallow me up.

* * *

I don’t know how far or how long I walk. I’m in a daze, pulled by the intermittent calls of that voice and the ribbon of dark blue magic that seems to be leading me onward.

Part of me is almost painfully aware that following strange voices and unfamiliar power is a bad idea, and yet there’s an entire other part of me held captive by this beckoning magic.

I run my fingers over a waxy leaf and duck under a vined plant dangling from a branch, swatting away an insect that’s been buzzing around me. I’ve been in this jungle for less than a day, and I can already tell that the world’s freakiest bugs live here, I’m certain of it. I’ve seen at least one spider as big as a salad plate, and not five minutes ago, a beetle the span of my palm skittered by.

I wipe the sweat from my forehead.

The trip’s gone tits up, but hey, Iamgetting the whole magic quest experience.

I glance over my shoulder, wondering not for the first time how I’ll manage to find my way back to the crash site. Undoubtedly, I’ll have to use more magic. I assumed I’d follow the magic for twenty paces or so and find the mysterious being behind it all, but that hasn’t happened.

The prolonged walk does give me time to think, namely about the freshly lost memories. There’s no way for me to know which ones or how many of them burned away with the spell. That knowledge is haunting—because I could’ve lost something formative or wonderful or important, and I wouldn’t know it. On the other hand, if I don’t know what I’ve lost, it’s hard to grieve it.

I feel a tingle of power along my skin, distracting me from my thoughts. At first, I think it’s the same magic that has been calling to me, just, well,louder.

But it feels different in some intrinsic way. I halt when I see the magic itself. Unlike the indigo power I’ve been following—which even now lingers above me—this magic glints like iridescent dust motes in the air. As I stare at it, the magic coalesces, thickening around me.

My queen…

The compulsion in those words nearly gets me moving again, but I can’t seem to look away from the magic right in front of me. Movement catches my eye, and I lift my gaze just as a massive shadow leaps from the tree directly in front of me, lunging right for my body.

I don’t have time to move or scream. It slams into my chest, throwing me to the ground and pinning me beneath its weight.

Can’t breathe.

A massive set of black paws rests on my sternum, holding me in place. I let my eyes drift up, taking in the silky dark fur that coats the animal’s forelegs and chest. My attention snags on the creature’s terrifying serrated teeth for a moment before my eyes rise the rest of the way, and I meet the amber-green gaze of a panther.

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Oh,my fucking goddess on high.

This strange magic led me right to apanther. I repeat, apanther.

I would scream, except my throat isn’t working.

I’m going to get eaten and then shit out by this ferocious hellcat, and no one is ever going to know what happened to me.

Pull yourself together, Selene. You have magic at your disposal. No overgrown pussycat is going to end you, no matter how terrifying it is.

The panther opens its jaws slightly—enough for me to get a whiff of big-cat breath, which is as awful as it sounds.