I sighed and flipped over my English exam. Last one of the semester, thank goodness. And my least favorite. Ms. Fiat looked at me over the rim of her glasses as I stood up and walked the line of desks to her.Was that a smirk on her face when I handed in my paper? Likely. Which meant I'd not be receiving the best score from her. I was just happy to be done.When I arrived at school and again found no Pain in sight, my worry notched up another gazillion levels. Blood quickly assured me she was fine, however. Had a touch of the flu. Her exams were already over, so it wasn't like she had to be there anyway. But he did promise she said she'd be there for her party so that was something at least.The rest of us huddled, exam weary over our lunches. Simon looked particularly harried though I knew he'd have the highest marks in class of anyone."Quite the hurricane heading our way." He wiggled his nose, his glasses working their way back up the bridge only to slide down again when he stop
It wasn't long before I realized someone was crying. Not me for once, what a miracle. I followed the sound out my door and down the hall to Meira's room. We hadn't spent much time together since the whole demon thing went down. Like everyone else in the family, my little sister seemed to be avoiding me. Considering how close we'd always been, it hurt me almost as much as losing Quaid had.I knocked softly, hearing heavy snuffling from behind her door. "Meems? Are you okay?"Silence. No more crying at least. I hated being ignored."Meira, what's wrong?" I tried to turn the knob, but she'd either locked it or was using magic to keep me out."Go away!" Something soft but solid impacted the other side of the door. I'd thrown enough objects at my own door that it was easy to identify the sound of a pillow hitting its mark.Fine. Whatever. Be that way. I turned to go back to my room, temperature rising as my frustration turned to anger. She had no right to be mad at me. None. It wasn't
Their beautiful faces are masks of anger as Cydia points at me and declares, "Death.""Death," comes the echo."Death," my beloved says.The skies darken at once, the rage of the elements called down on me for the most hideous of crimes, the very one I did not commit."My love," I whisper as thunder rumbles, chasing giant forks of lightning across the sky."Befouled one," he snarls, no joy or happiness in his face, his love for me gone. "Death is too good for you."Of all of them, he is the last I would believe could order my death and yet there he stands, Cydia beside him now, her hatred twisting into a secret smile as she calls down the lightning, guiding his hand, my darling Gwynn, to deliver the killing blow.I feel it strike my body, the sudden rush of agony cut short as I rise above my body, my soul free of its substantial form. As I rise I hear them gasp, see their horror, his most of all. In my love, I see the understanding in his face, in his eyes, that I am innocent of
The last day of school for the year was supposed to be fun. Just a half day where some teachers showed movies and the cafeteria made real pizza instead of the cardboard they usually served.Not so much this year. I should have been enjoying myself. I'd made it through a whole year with friends and everything. I was even pretty sure I'd passed my courses despite all the interruptions in my life in the last nine months. For the first time ever, the last day of school was going to be as fun for me as I always imagined it was for everyone else.Maybe if my friends weren't totally bummed out over Pain. Or if the whole town, heck the whole eastern seaboard, wasn't about to be demolished by a 'hurricane'. It was all everyone talked about. Not their plans for the summer or what their marks were like, but just the stupid storm.It grated on my nerves. Mostly because I moved past being able to worry about everyone else and focused on my family. I could barely look at my friends without a spik
I gave Mom the silent treatment after I hung up, running to my room for a few extra things. By the time I returned downstairs, she was conspicuously absent. I waffled between angry and hurt while I glanced down at my suitcase, the hateful thing, and wished I had options.It turned out I didn't have time to decide which one suited my mood the best. Just as I stuffed my favorite T-shirt into the front of the bag, a big black car pulled into the driveway. A limousine.Seriously? Now I needed to get away without my parents noticing. I knew Alison's mom was pretentious, but a limo?I unkindly wondered who she was trying to impress. This was going to be one hell of a stay.The door slammed shut behind me, the wheels of my overnight bag humming on the pavement. The black suited driver was out of the car, holding the back door open for Mrs. Morgan as she climbed out.What? Why? Alison was right behind her, making a terrible face like this wouldn't end well and she was already sorry.Uh-o
I felt Mrs. Hammond drift off. Just as well. She didn't need to hear me reinforcing what she thought was her daughter's psychosis."They don't believe me." Pain's face was makeup free, looking so odd and yet so familiar. I'd noticed it before, but had never been able to figure out who she reminded me of. No time for that now, either. "I shouldn't be surprised, should I? They never believe." She sighed so deeply she seemed to collapse in on herself, chest caving as her chin dropped.Clearly they had drugged her."It's okay, Pain," I said. "I do."She smiled, an innocent, lovely expression. "I know." Trouble passed across her face like a cloud. "Can you tell them? So they will let me out?"Could she make me feel even worse? "I can't," I said. "I'm not allowed. Not yet. But soon, I promise. Honest."Her head bobbed a loose nod. "I know you will." She turned a little toward me, her hospital gown twisting around her thighs to an almost obscene height. I reached down and adjusted it fo
Neither Alison nor Mrs. Morgan said a word about our detour after I returned. I wanted to pinch my friend for her lack of caring but knew there was more going on with her. Besides, I was still wrapped up in what I'd seen. I had to reach Mom and tell her what happened. I had to go home. But Mom already made it very clear I wasn't to show my face until the Wild Hunt issue was settled one way or another.I could only hope Pain would be okay until then.Mrs. Morgan spent the next hour on her cell phone either talking to one annoying person after another or texting the same annoying people. How did I know they were annoying? I didn't, not really.But I was annoyed. So they had to be, right?Alison stayed totally silent and I was wrapped up in my own crap, so it was a pretty quiet ride otherwise. That is, until Mrs. Morgan finally put her phone away."You'll adore the lake house, Sydlynn," she said. "I had it custom designed. Maybe I could invite your mother to come visit sometime."Th
I spent a frustrating hour or so on Alison's computer trying alternate forms of search and still turned up nada.I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. Demetrius did a great job of hiding their tracks in the real world, so it was logical the virtual one wasn't much different. And let's face it, I was no hacker with the ability to figure this out on my own. I'd already been searching for weeks, hoping a convenient homepage would suddenly pop up. Clearly I was just wasting my time.Thunder rumbled in the distance for the rest of the night, jerking me out of sleep every time. By the time the sun came up, I was cranky and exhausted, not to mention worried about Alison and how leaving the party might affect our friendship. Talk about awkward if she wasn't talking to me for the rest of the visit.I needn't have worried. She bounded into my room at around eight, as perky as ever and grinning her face off. I wondered how she managed it. From what I saw she had a lot to drink. Meanwhile, I