I'd spent years wanting to be normal. Most of my life in fact. This was the first year at school where I didn't crave it anymore. Now that Gram had her power back, her magic no longer pushing against me and my demon, I could actually just be me. Funny thing, I found I was happy being a witch. Even better, I really kind of loved it.But old habits die slow and painful deaths wrapped up in cheerleader fakery and cafeteria food. The closer I came to the front steps of Wilding Springs High, the more the pressure of normal and fitting in returned until I was just Syd Hayle again, no one special, nothing to see here, move along.It sucked, really. I was finally in the same school two years in a row. This was a miracle. Because of coven related accidents and the need to hide who we were from the real world, I'd never had the opportunity to really make friends. Until last year. The past eleven months had been not just filled with magical mayhem, but I actually had friends for the first time
"Hey, Syd. Hey, Alison." Page's voice had a sticky sweet quality that turned my stomach. Not to mention she looked even worse in the daylight. Her skin seemed so pale and thin I could see the thick veins under it, bones jutting from her now skeletal frame. She vibrated with need, an aching emptiness, longing for connection, but I was heartless.I would have kept walking if Alison hadn't forced me to stop by sheer body weight. She pulled against me, halting us right in front of the still smiling waste of space."Page." Alison looked her up and down, all arrogance and queen snooty. Seeing as she used to be the head cheerleader herself and the master of mental nastiness, regression seemed to come easy to her.There was a ton of expression in that one word, so much it actually triggered a moment of compassion which I very quickly and angrily smothered with a jab of memory-Uncle Frank, kneeling at Odette's feet while Page accused him of feeding from her, replaced by the sight of his half
She looked familiar and I had the feeling I should know who she was. Didn't Principal MacKay say something about her in the gym? I couldn't remember, really. Alison had been yammering at me about one thing or another so my attention was blown. My initial reaction was to be a smart ass. But I checked my snide comeback line in favor of caution."Sorry," I said. "I was helping a new student find his homeroom."The bone-thin woman glared down her long, narrow nose at me, black horn-rimmed glasses making her look the classic nasty librarian. The wool suit didn't do much for her figure, either. Or the way her black hair was pulled so tight into a bun it stretched her skin back so her eyes looked all bulgy. That had to hurt."Your name?" I might as well have been a bug she wanted to squash. First Ms. Fiat had a serious hate on for me, now this woman. Who found these teachers, anyway?Suppressing a sigh, I just barely refrained from rolling my eyes. "Sydlynn Hayle, ma'am." Might as well tr
An hour of detention being stared at by Ms. Spaft had to come in on my top five most despised life events, and I'd been through some doozies. But at least Alison had been right. I was far from alone. In fact, the class was packed to the point she'd had extra chairs brought in to accommodate the easily fifty kids crammed into the classroom.Fabulous way to kick off the first day of school. The worst part wasn't the detention itself, but the task assigned to each of us by our overlady. I glared at the paper in front of me, my fourth attempt at writing her an apology she'd accept as sufficiently repentant. The girls inside me weren't the least helpful, my demon suggesting we shove said letter somewhere Ms. Spaft wouldn't find it until her next trip to the bathroom while Shaylee alternated between urging me to just comply and getting huffy over a princess being bossed about by a mere mortal.It's not like my written sorry for something I shouldn't be sorry for was the only one being reje
When I stomped into my room, I realized I wasn't alone. Not an uncommon occurrence, except my two visitors didn't offer their usual greetings. Instead, Sassafras crept to the edge of the bed, his ears flat sideways, pupils swollen, almost blacking out the amber of his eyes. Whiskers drooping and tail dragging behind him, he slowly raised one paw toward me. I lifted him into my arms immediately, hugging him as he burrowed his wet nose into my neck."It's going to be okay." I stroked his soft, silver fur, speaking directly to the huge black dog curled up in a miserable ball at the foot of the bed. Galleytrot didn't even lift his head, just swiped one giant paw over his nose. "Honest.""This is very bad, Syd." Sassy looked up, paws resting on my collarbone so we were eye-to-eye. "She could start something we won't be able to finish.""Gram's way smarter than that." And despite the day I'd had, even through my own worry and guilt and anger, I was absolutely convinced of it. "She would n
I returned to the kitchen in a daze. The rumble of a Mini Cooper engine actually calmed me down. For some reason I refused to let Erica see my nerves, or at least the full extent of them. As Mom's second and best friend, Erica Plower had spent my entire life treating me like her own daughter, not always to the best effect. In fact, from the look on her face as she walked through the kitchen door, my sudden rise to power wasn't instilling even an iota of confidence in her.Which roused my anger and extinguished the last of my butterflies. I'd never been the best at following coven rules or toeing the company line, but when push came to shove, my family came first. From the moment her panicked eyes met mine, I was Sydlynn Thaddea Hayle, coven leader, damn it and there was no way I would let her see me otherwise.The shock on her face was priceless, even more so when I called up my power and let it hover between us, not as a threat, but so she knew who wore the pants in our particular r
I descended the stairs to the basement in search of my father. With Mom and Gram gone, and now Uncle Frank, he was the only adult in my life I could really turn to. Yes, I had my doubts. He didn't exactly seem all that enthusiastic when Mom gave it to him earlier. Still, after the humiliation and failure I'd just gone through, I needed someone to lean on.Most of the lights were out, only the single bulb over the pentagram throwing illumination around the large space. My eyes readjusted to the dimness slowly. I expected to find Dad standing in the middle of said pentagram, working. Instead, he was nowhere to be found. I was sure he stayed downstairs... it wasn't until I heard a soft shuffling sound from the far left corner I spotted a bit of movement in the dark."Dad?" My sock barely touched pavement by the time he hurried toward me. His face was drawn into a distracted frown as he stepped inside the circle of light."What is it?" I'd become somewhat used to his new attitude. Uncle
"Syd!" Alison's enthusiastic arrival at my locker almost drove me face-first into the thin door. She was smiling, though her vulnerability hovered just behind it. At least she was in a good mood after yesterday's pouting. "Sorry I'm late." She rolled her eyes. "My flat iron died, can you imagine?" Her hands went to the artful pile she'd created out of her blonde hair. "I had to settle for this nest.""Looks great, Al." I secured my stuff inside the narrow box before jamming it shut and locking it. "I like it up.""Really?" That word came out kind of squealy and hurt my ears. She grabbed my arm, pulling me along with her. "How was detention?"Speaking of the hell of yesterday afternoon, the moment she asked I spotted Ms. Spaft. It was my clear intention to avoid the woman as much as possible, but she seemed to have different ideas. Her gaze locked on mine, icy cold sternness laser focused on me."Crappy." I forced myself to look away, my only goal to get to class on time and stay th