He catches me, catches me looking. My gaze roaming his smooth dark skin, golden dreadlocks, the scar splicing his brow, until finally meeting those sea green eyes, so deep, so knowing, I quickly look away.
Ever he groans, voice low, thick, as he reaches for me. EverI
But I just shake my head and turn away, climbing into my car and backing out of the space. Glancing into my rearview mirror to find him still standing there, still looking after me, his longing displayed in his gaze.
Shaking my head and focusing back on the road, telling myself that particular past, the things I once felt, have nothing to do with my future.
CHAPTER 41
Originally the party was supposed to be Saturday, but with Miles leaving early next week, and with so much to do between now and then, we moved it to Thursday, the last day of school.
And even though I know better, even though Im fully aware that Damen is a man of his word, Im still disappointed when I walk into English and find hes not there.
I glance at Stacia, her eyes narrowing, lips smirking, extending her foot as I try to move past, as Honor sits beside her, playing along despite the fact that she can barely meet my eyesnot with the secret we share.
And as I take my seat and gaze around the room, one thing is cleareveryone has a partner, a friend, someone to talk toeveryone but me. Having spent the better part of the year befriending someone who refuses to show, his seat beside mine, woefully empty.
Like a big block of ice where the sun used to be.
So as Mr. Robins yammers on and on about stuff no one really cares about, including him, I distract myself by lowering my shield and aiming my quantum remote at all of my classmates, filling the room with a cacophony of color and sound, remembering how my life used to bemy life before Damen when I was constantly overwhelmed.
Tuning in to Mr. Robins whos looking forward to the moment the final bell rings so he can enjoy a nice long summer free of us, then Craig whos planning to break up with Honor by the end of the day so he can make the most of the next three months. And over to Stacia who still has no memory of her brief time with Damen, though shes definitely still into him. Having recently discovered where he surfs, shes planning to spend the summer in a revolving collection of bikinis, determined to start senior year on his arm. And even though it bugs me to see that, I force myself to shrug it off and move on to Honor, surprised to see her agendas fullhaving nothing to do with Stacia or Craigand everything to do with her growing interest in the craft.
I narrow my focus, tuning everyone out in order to better see her, curious to know whats driving this sudden interest in magick, assuming its some harmless crush on Jude, and surprised to see its nothing like that. Shes tired of being the shadow cast by the spotlight, the B that follows the A. Tired of life on the second rung, and is planning the day when the tables are turned.
She glances over her shoulder and looks right at me, eyes narrowing as though she knows what I see and dares me to stop her. Still holding the look when Stacia nudges her arm, looks at me, and mouths the word freak.
I roll my eyes, starting to turn away when she swings her hair over her shoulder and leans toward me, looking me over when she says, So, what happened to Damen? Did your spell stop working? Did he find out youre a witch?
I shake my head and lean back in my seat, legs crossed, hands folded on my desk, projecting a picture of absolute calm as I shoot her a look so long and deep she cant help but squirm. Convinced Im the only witch in the room, having no idea that her minion has her own magick coup planned.
Flicking my gaze back toward Honor, sensing her defiance, a newly summoned strength she never exhibited before, our gaze holding, stretching, until I finally look away. Telling myself its none of my businessIve no right to interfere in their friendshipno right to intrude.
Shutting out all the color and sound as I glance down at my desk, doodling a field of red tulips onto my notebook, having seen more than enough for one day.
When I get to history Roman is there, loitering just outside the door as he talks with some guy Ive never seen before. The two of them stopping the moment I approach, turning toward me to get a good look.
I reach for the door just as Roman blocks it, smiling when my hand accidentally skims his hip, and laughing even harder when I cringe and pull away. His deep blue eyes meeting mine when he says, Have you two met? He nods toward his friend.
I roll my eyes, wanting only to get to class and get it over with, put this whole miserable junior year behind me and fully prepared to knock him out of my way if I have to.
His tongue clucking inside his cheek when he says, So un-friendly. Seriously, Ever, your manners are lacking. But far be it from me to force it. Some other day perhaps.
He nods at his friend, prompting him to leave, and Im just about to barge into class when I glimpse something on the peripherythe lack of an aurathe physical perfectionand Im sure if I looked hard enough Id find an Ouroboros tattoo to confirm it.
What are you up to? I say, my gaze switching to Roman. Wondering if his friend is one of the long-lost orphans, or some unfortunate soul hes more recently turned.
Seeing the smile that widens his cheeks when he says, Its all part of the riddle, Ever. The one youll be called upon to solve very soon. But for now, why dont you just head inside and brush up on your history. Trust me. He laughs, opening the door and waving me in. Theres no need to hurry. Your time will come soon.
CHAPTER 42
Even though I told Sabine she could invite Munoz to the party, shes smart enough to recognize a halfhearted offer when she hears itso luckily for us, they made other plans.
I ready the house with all things Italianplatters of spaghetti, pizza, cannelloniballoons that are red, white, and greenand a profusion of paintingsmanifested replicas of Primavera and Birth of Venus by Botticelli, Titians Venus of Urbino, Michelangelos Doni Tondo, as well as a life-sized statue of David out by the pool. All the while remembering the time Riley and I decorated the house for that fateful Halloween partythe night I kissed Damenthe night I met Ava and Drinathe night that changed everything.
Pausing to glance around and take it all in before heading for the couch and assuming the lotus position. Closing my eyes and concentrating on raising my vibration just like Jude taught me, missing Riley so much Ive committed to my own séance circle, determined to practice a little each day until she appears.
Quieting my mind of all the usual chatter and noise, keeping myself open, alert to all that surrounds me. Hoping for some sort of shift, an unexplained chill, a whisper of sound, some sort of signal to prove that shes nearbut getting only a stream of bossy ghosts who are nothing like the sassy, twelve-year-old sister I seek.
And Im just about to call it quits when a tremulous form starts to shimmer before meleaning forward, straining to see itwhen two high-pitched voices say, Whatre you doing?
The second I see them I spring to my feet, knowing he brought them, and hoping I can still catch him before he leaves.
My flight halted when Romy places her hand on my arm, shaking her head when she says, We took the shuttle and walked the rest of the way. Im sorry. Damens not here.
I glance between them, breathless, bereft, struggling to compose myself when I say, Oh. So, whats up? Wondering if theyre here for the party, if Haven somehow invited them.
We need to talk to you. Romy and Rayne glance at each other before focusing on me. Theres something you need to know.
I swallow hard, eager for them to spill it, tell me just how unhappy and miserable Damens becomeregretting his decision to separatedesperately wanting me back
Its about Roman, Rayne says, eyes hard on mine, reading my expression if not my thoughts. We think hes making othersother immortals like you.
Except not really like you. Romy adds. Since youre nice and not at all evil like him.
Rayne shrugs and looks all around, not quite willing to include me in that.
Does Damen know? I glance between them, wanting to fill up the room with his name, shout it over and over again.
Yeah, but he wont do anything. She sighs. Says they have every right to be here so long as they dont pose a threat.
And do they? My eyes dart between them. Pose a threat?
They look at each other, communicating in their own silent twin speak before turning to me. Were not sure. Raynes starting to get some of her feeling backand sometimes it seems like my visions might be returningbut its pretty slow goingso we were wondering if we could maybe have a look at the book. You know, the Book of Shadows, the one you keep at the store. We think it might help.
I look at them, eyes narrowed, suspicious, wondering if theyre truly concerned about Romans minions or just trying to play me against Damen to get what they want. And yet, theres no doubt its true. From last count, there were three new immortals in town, all connected to Roman. All possibly up to no good. Though its also true theyve done nothing to prove that so far.
But still, not wanting them to think Im a total pushover I say, And Damens okay with this? The three of us looking at each other, the three of us knowing hes not.
They glance at each other in silent communion before turning to me. Rayne taking the lead when she says, Listen, we need help. Damens way is too slow, and at this rate, well be thirty before our powers return, and Im not sure who wants that lessus or you? She shoots me a look and I shrug, making no move to refute it since we both know its true. We need something thatll work, give quicker results, and we have nowhere to turn but to you and the book.
I glance between them, then look at my watch, wondering if I can get to the store, get them the book, and make it back in time for the party, which, considering how fast I move, and that the partys still hours away, its clear that I can.
Run, walk, whatever it takes. Rayne nods, knowing its as good as done. Well wait for you here.
I head for the garage, at first thinking a run would be nice, if nothing else it makes me feel strong and invincible and not quite so inadequate against the problems I face. But since its still light out, I drive instead. Arriving at the store to find Jude locking up early, key stuck in the door as he says, Arent you supposed to be throwing a party? He squints, gaze moving over me, taking in my tee, shorts, and flip-flops.
I forgot something. I nod. Itll just take a secsogo aheadno worriesI can lock up.
He cocks his head, aware that somethings up but still opening the door and waving me in. Trailing behind, right on my heels, watching from the doorway as I open the drawer and lift the secret latch. Just about to retrieve the book when he says, Youre never gonna believe who came in today. I glance at him briefly, then open my bag, shoving the book deep inside when he adds, Ava.
I freeze, eyes seeking his.
Tell me.
He nods.
I swallow hard, stomach like a Ping-Pong ball, bouncing furiously as I find my voice again. What did she want?
Her job, I guess. He shrugs. Shes been freelancingwants something more stable. Seemed pretty surprised when I told her Id hired you instead.
You told her? About me?
He shifts uncomfortably, from one foot to the next, looking at me when he says, Well, yeah. I figured since you guys were friends and all
And what did she do? When you told her? What exactly did she say? Heart beating overtime, eyes never once leaving his.
Nothing, really. Though she seemed pretty surprised.
Surprised that I was hereor surprised that you hired me? Which surprised her more?
He just stands there and squints, hardly the answer I need.
Did she mention anything about Damenor meor Romanor say anything else? Anything at all? You have to tell me everythingleave nothing out
He backs into the hall, hands raised in mock surrender. Trust me, that was pretty much it. She split after that, so theres nothing to tell. Now come on, lets go. You dont want to be late to your own party, do you?
CHAPTER 43
Even though Jude offered to follow me home and help set things up, I didnt want him to know Id gotten the book for the twins. So I made up some bogus excuse about needing plastic cups and asked him to stop by the store to get some, preferably red, white, and/or green, then I broke the speed limits all the way home where I handed over the goods.
Firstsome ground rules, I say, holding onto the book despite two sets of hands clamoring for it. I cant just give this to you, since it doesnt belong to me. And you cant take it home since Damen will freak. So the only way to get around all of that is for you to study it here.
They glance at each other, obviously not liking it but all out of options.
Have you read it? Romy peers at me.
I shrug. I tried to intuit it, but I didnt get much. Its more like a diary than anything else.
Rayne rolls her eyes and reaches for it again, as her sister says, You need to look deeper, read between the lines.
I glance between them, not understanding.
Youre skimming the surface. The books not only written in the Theban code, the words themselves are a code.
Its a code within a code, Rayne says. Protected by a spell. Didnt Jude tell you?
I freeze, glancing between them, thinking he most certainly did not.
Come, on, well show you, Romy says, her twin grabbing the book as we head up the stairs. Well give you a lesson.
I leave the twins in the den, the two of them still hunched over the book, as I head for my walk-in closet and reach for the box stashed up high on the shelf. Retrieving my assortment of crystals and candles, oils and herbs, all the stuff thats left over from the elixirs I made just before the blue moon, and manifesting whatevers left on the list, which turns out to be sandalwood incense, and an athamea double-edged knife with a jewel-encrusted handle much like the dagger Damen made.