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
The bell rings and the hallways are crammed with students. A few I recognize, smiling at them. Some smile back before blinking and jerking away. Others just walk past me like I'm not there."Search the crowds," I tell Jezza and Melanie. "We could get lucky and spot her."But that plan doesn't work a
For a long moment, I stand on Amelia's porch, staring at the closed door. My whole life is one huge tangled mess. And why hadn't anyone told me about Amelia?There had to be a way to help her with the scars. And since plastic surgery isn't working to cover them up, there had to be a magical reason.