"No, please don't go." I stifle another yawn, barely able to keep my eyes open. "Stay with me, with us."After a moment of hesitation, he nods. I pull his arm around me. His forehead rests against mine. I keep my hand on his upper arm. Part of me worries he's going to vanish as soon as I fall asleep
Shit, shit, shit. "I don't know how," I manage to squeeze out past the dizziness."You're safe. Imagine you're at your favorite place. Having your favorite food along with your friends."An image pops in my head of having tres leches cake with lots of strawberries. Kiarr, Ben, Melanie and a few othe
"Promise not to tell anyone," I whisper."So it was you. What the hell happened? Did you try another spell?""No." We start walking toward the assembly hall, because the last thing I want is to have a spotlight of suspicion focus on me. "I was talking with Ben about what happened with the vampires t
"Ye okay, lass?" Kiarr appears at my side and I nearly hug him right out in front of the handful of students still milling about."Not really. I've got to get to the leylines in the graveyard next to the angel statue.""Allow me to walk ye there?" He holds out his arm and after glancing around to en
I turn from Kiarr and place my hand on the marble angel's carved one. The graves around me flip upside down and sideways. I feel like I'm falling through an endless black hole. I clench my teeth to keep from screaming and close my eyes. God, this is just like the first time.Pinpricks jab along ever
"To hide the herbs and plants they were using," I say before I realize my mouth is open."Very good." Bergins smiles and his fangs flash making me recoil, ducking down deeper in my seat. "To hide from the humans their secrets. But ultimately, their nicknames for plants and herbs got them categorized
Gwen's words about Lance parade in my mind as I push through the wooden doors to Magic Theory class. Mrs. Jonas stands in front of a table of silver instruments. As I get closer, I make out small saws, carving knives, sanders, leather gloves, and odd crystals."Good morning, class." She pushes her r
"Brene?" one of my classmates calls out and I hurry to catch up to the group outside.We walk along the dirt trail to the woods bordering the Academy. Mrs. Jonas is rambling nonstop and I put on my gloves."Spend a little time before you hack off the branch. Be respectful and ask the tree for permis