"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.
The wraith screams and I'm thrown into the kitchen wall. My head is whirling. I can't stand up. Each time I try, my legs buckle.I blink. The image in front of me doesn't make sense.My aunt is suspended in the air between me and the wraith. She makes gurgling sounds."No," I cry, struggling to get
I walk through the bleachers at the packed stadium, looking for Gwen. The marching band blares our school's fight song-correction-my old school.When I spot her silver head, a few rows over, I nearly trip climbing over the benches to reach her. Rachel is sitting next to her and even though I knew th