"Leave me alone." I straighten my shoulders, but I really don't want to have to deal with their shit right now or ever."Woohoo." Sullivan holds up his hands. "Guess she told us."Mercier laughs. "Whatcha doing out here so late? Looking for your ghost lovers again?" He makes smooching sounds and puc
I awake at dawn and excitement pulses through me."Ben. Kiarr." But as I glance around my empty, quiet dorm room, realization hits me. It was just a dream. My sheets are rumpled like I tossed and turned all night, but I don't feel tired. Just resolute.I've got over an hour before first-period and I
Magical History drags by and I wonder if Decan put a spell on me to make every minute in which I can't try out my wand, longer. Magical Theory doesn't go any better. We have a substitute teacher who prances up and down the aisles with a ruler to smack sleeping students on their desks as she rambles
The bell rings and Jezza and I scramble to the girl's locker room to change for gym. I put my backpack and wand in my locker. "Hey, can you like seal my locker? I don't want anyone stealing my wand or the prism.""No problem." She murmurs a spell and the locker glows green for a moment then stops."
No, the crystal can't be damaged. I gawk at the prism in disbelief and carefully run my thumb over the jagged edge. How? It was fine when I left the leyline. How did it get damaged?Wait.Last night when I was knocked into the tombstone. The crack I'd heard was this.I sit heavily on the bed, holdin
"Super congrats then, but I always knew you were smart.""How are things with you and your magic school?""Oddly weird, but I'm getting used to it. Hey, we need to get together for a gab session. Maybe next week?""You're on. Oh, no I'm visiting the MIT campus and seeing my grandma next week."I fro
I don't know how long we stood there holding onto each other, but I didn't care. Tears of joy and relief wash down my face."You're both here," I hiccup a cry. "I missed you so much.""Aye, we missed you too, lass," Kiarr kisses the top of my head. "Ben and I had a long talk in the prism.""Oh?" I l
Ben straightens the collar of his ghostly short coat. "This is for your own good. You'll see in time that this Jacques," he says the name like it tastes bad, "was only using you to get what he wants. Vampires are only after blood.""Not Jacques. He doesn't drink blood or even need it anymore-he's a