“The mysteries don’t end, do they? Another one we need to figure out. So, exactly why do we need to seal a sealed, hidden door?”
“Because we don’t know if it’s sealed. Also, if there’s a room hidden somewhere within that house. Maybe it’s marked on there but hidden with the writing. Did you ever count the windows on that and then the windows on the outside of the house itself? I know we never went room to room doing the math on the size of the rooms compared to the house itself.”
Evan flinched at the thought of the math involved in that prospect. “No, I never did the math on the rooms’ size. I don’t now know if I could have done it back then. As for wanting to do it. Not then and not
“So,what was this poem your Aunt Esmeused to tell you?”“It wasn’t really a poem.What she told me didn’trhyme honestly.The whole thingwas morethan aseries of vague directions.Imean,like hints in acrossword puzzle or a treasure hunt.”Evansaid. “Gemma hated anything like that.She always preferred things and people that didn’t make her search for the answers. Isuspectshe would get bored too easily, andthat annoyed hermore.”“Yeah,I know if I wanted to annoyherin scho
Larin followed Gemma into the main house. He still felt like an incomplete state of the wards, and it felt like a trigger for his protective instincts. He throttled back a warning growl. He knew he would scare the others. They didn’t truly understand how different his existence was from theirs. He carried the blasted map again. Larin wasn’t sure what Gemma said about it. Beyond, there might be a way to see the full map without a spell. That her Aunt Esme set up the dining room to light the room black to reveal a secret image. It made little sense to him, but they’d show her how. “We’re here. Where are you?” Evan and Becky exited the dining room in response to Gemma’s words.&
“This isn’t what I expected. I thought it would show how to get to the desk. Or tell us where to find the secret compartment in it.” Evan looked disappointed. He’d expected everything to be handed to him in the portrait without putting the work in. Gemma knew it would only be a matter of time before this happened. He to found study and research boring and draining. They’d both struggled in school with this. “It just might. But it’s also telling us we need more than just the book. Look here. On the book cover. These symbols are from the desk. I’ve got the order they are in on my phone now. I suspect our order was incorrect and if we follow this order, we’ll find the compartment.” Becky backed away from the portrait, examining the video she’d just taken. “Now what
Silence reigned as everyone in the study held their breath. Gemma kneeled before the desk, wiggling a ruler inside the drawer that wouldn’t open. “Any luck?” “I’m trying. I think it’s shifting. But whatever it is, it’s large. Or maybe several things. Almost have it I think.” Gemma concentrated on what she did within the drawer. Becky held the flashlight on her phone close to the small opening of the drawer. “I think I can see something.” A shifting sound came from deep within the drawer as something settled down. “I don’t think so much should be in this drawer when you open the secret compartment.” “We’ll know to pull the drawer out completely next time we come acro
Gemma tried to make out from notes left in the journal about the things pulled from the area where each stone went. Everything was cryptic and hard to read, but they were on the placing of the fifth stone of thirty-six when Larin walked down with several bundles of herbs. “We’re going through herbs at a frightening speed. I don’t believe our stock will last much longer.” “That’s fine. I’m sure Becky can find a place that can deliver the amounts we need. It’s the nice thing about this time. The internet and package delivery make almost anything possible. Restaurants and other places use herbs regularly. We just need to avoid the ones that are outlawed.” “Why would they outlaw an herb?” Lari
Gemma looked at Evan in surprise. He’d not shown much initiative. She assumed he wouldn’t with everything going on in his life. Sara threw him for a loop by keeping kicking him out of his home. Then she took his money. The final straw should have been her taking his job away. Gemma thought he’d become all consumed at getting it back. He’d not said a word about it. “Are you sure? I mean, these aren’t in English. I’m afraid I’ll mispronounce them. Aren’t you?” Gemma said, frowning at her brother. “You failed most language classes. Remember Latin? Then you tried Spanish.” “I believe I can do this. Aunt Esme used to mutter things like this after Mom and Dad dropped us off. I think
Becky couldn’t believe her eyes. How were they to get a bear out of there? The door wasn’t large enough for him. She assumed Hugo must be the bear. The first thing he did was sniff the air several times, drop the knapsack he’d drooled on, on the ground. Hugo’s honey-gold eyes narrowed on the door. No, on her, and he suddenly charged the small portal. Becky and Evan took several steps back. Her cry of surprise rang out into the cool evening. Hugo responded with a bellow, while his shoulders pushed at the stone door frame. Larin pushed Gemma back behind him. “That shouldn’t be. He should have come through as a human. Stay back and I’ll handle this. Now, what is he doing?” Gemma pushed the mirror back into her
Gemma couldn’t believe it. She realized that her belief that Larin knew all about what went on about them was a fallacy. He may know parts of it, but he didn’t know it all, and he controlled even less. Knowing they’d be partners and then he withheld that information from her because they didn’t know each other seemed a little manipulative. But now he and Hugo held weapons to a stranger’s throat, unsure whether she was family or a threat. Gemma wasn’t sure what to think or say. She's supposed to be a mage, but she didn’t feel very magical. Is this surprising when she’s supposed to be his significant other and was sure how she felt about that. “Now, what do we do? Do we stay here until morning?” Gemma asked. “If she were evil, could she enter the servants’ cott