The nurse makes me drink vile potions and speaks magical languages over me until the pain subsides and I fall into sleep.I don't know how much time has passed before I wake up alone and dripping with sweat under a thin blanket. When I sit up, my head pounds, but I'm not wasted like before.Gwen.I
"I can't wait to see that."* * *Unfortunately, I spend days trying to track down Gwen. She isn't in her dorm room or anywhere on campus or in her classes. Her groupies stared at me like I sprouted horns when I asked where she was."Like no idea and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you, loser." Gwen
Jezza, Melanie, and I wait until after curfew, then tiptoe down the hallway under an invisibility spell that Jezza crafted. We make our way up to Gwen's dorm room.In the hallway, two vamps come around the corner and my breath stills in my chest."You smell something?" he asks the other one."Only c
"From your heart, remember?" Jezza winks. "And when you get your wand done, you'll be a very powerful witch. It can help you focus enough I bet that you won't even need our magical languages.""Thanks." My blush heats my face that she has such confidence in me when all I've done is screw things up.
"So you're saying Gwen didn't have any powers while you two were stuck in the leyline?" Melanie pauses in painting her nails blue, looking up from my bed. "Then how did she capture your ghosts?""No idea." My shoulders slump.Jezza chews on her lower lip. "Lots of magical talismans can be programmed
The bell rings to go to our next class and my gaze meets Jezza's."Do you think something happened?" she asks.Before I can answer, I hear a whistle. Melanie frantically waves at us from the entrance.I grab my backpack and race to meet her. "What's going on?""Sorry. I got caught and have to do det
Five a.m. is way too early to be functional. I trip over a bush as Jezza, Melanie, and I hike to the nearest bus stop that will take us into town. I wore jeans, sneakers, and my favorite pink top. Jezza wore a plain blue skirt and her white polo shirt from school. While Melanie wore ripped jeans and
"Trust me, one of my friends will meet us." At least I hope they will. None of us had been in contact since I went to Hallowhaven. Either they were too busy with their lives or I was dealing with ghosts I accidentally raised. My heart squeezes thinking about Ben and Kiarr. And I miss Jacques too. Wh