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didn’t have the wherewithal to explain her self-imposed years of imprisonment.
“But let’s say suddenly tomorrow, you’re no longer a witch. What would you want to do with your life?”
Melinda watched coffee dripping into the pot, staring at each droplet falling and rippling in the carafe.
“I’ve never really given it any thought,” she admitted after a minute. “Rather pathetic, huh?”
“I wouldn’t say pathetic,” he replied kindly.
“I honestly have no idea. After my parents died, well, Mom died and Dad disappeared, I finished high school at home. William was my teacher. I never even thought about college or work. I didn’t even want to leave the house, never mind go to classes.”
Before she knew it, she was explaining her life to Lucas anyway, and found it wasn’t as wearing as she’d thought it would be just a moment ago.
“I’d just started having my prophetic dreams,” she explained. “And let’s just say I didn’t handle it so well. That’s actually putting it kind of lightly. I sort of wrote myself off. Became the island freak. Only left the mansion when I absolutely had to. It was only days before I met your brother that I had started attempting to get a life outside the house. But the job became all-consuming almost overnight. And being a Howard Witch, it pretty much comes first so having any sort of life is... kind of impossible.”
“You shouldn’t give up,” encouraged Lucas. “I know your life is fairly laid out for you, but if you find that something that make you happy, you should grab onto it. Life’s too short not to.”
“Yeah, maybe. If I ever have the time to find it...”
“I’m gonna go check on my brother again. You mind bringing me a mug of that when it’s ready?” he asked, nodding to the filling coffee pot.
“Yeah, will do.”
He left her alone. No one had ever asked Melinda what she wanted from life before, and she’d never given it any thought. Was there something wrong with her? That she’d never even had any desires for her future... other than for the way too hot vampire that lived in her house, and the molasses eyed motorcycle man currently tied up in her basement (that wanted to torture and kill said vampire).
“Thoughts for another day,” she muttered, while opening up a cupboard over the coffee pot. “Perfect.” She grabbed a box of toasted-coconut-covered chocolate donuts. “It’s a donut kind of day.”
She grabbed two coffee filled mugs, put the box under her arm and headed down to the basement, curious suddenly as to whether gargoyles liked donuts.
CHAPTER 6
With every hour that passed, Eva Jordan was getting her strength back. She was up and walking around a bit now, however painful spasms periodically caught her off guard as the vampire venom worked its way out of her veins. Even with the potion Sir Tinkham Sickereaux, otherwise called, Stricker, had provided, she’d still need more time to heal fully. But being back on her feet was a good start.
The Feyk were busy preparing to cast a summoning spell; one meant to summon the Soul Hunter. The key, Stricker explained, was that the Hunter would only answer the call if there was the promise of a new soul. They did not have one to offer in trade, however they did have something else the Hunter wanted more. Its freedom. A way to get off the Isle.
Eva had explained to the Feyk about the lighthouses and the doorways hidden in each. How Lizzy Deane had used a spell to lock them shut; she even knew exactly what Lizzy had said to close them, being that William had written it in the diary.
“I bet he never expected that to backfire,” she delighted haughtily.
The Feyk were now working on a way to undo the late ghast’s magic so they could free the Hunter. They were hoping to strike a bargain, its freedom for the release of Jack Howard.
Unfortunately for Eva, she was the only soul the Hunter might be interested in collecting; therefore, she’d have to be the bait.
“But let’s say suddenly tomorrow, you’re no longer a witch. What would you want to do with your life?”
Melinda watched coffee dripping into the pot, staring at each droplet falling and rippling in the carafe.
“I’ve never really given it any thought,” she admitted after a minute. “Rather pathetic, huh?”
“I wouldn’t say pathetic,” he replied kindly.
“I honestly have no idea. After my parents died, well, Mom died and Dad disappeared, I finished high school at home. William was my teacher. I never even thought about college or work. I didn’t even want to leave the house, never mind go to classes.”
Before she knew it, she was explaining her life to Lucas anyway, and found it wasn’t as wearing as she’d thought it would be just a moment ago.
“I’d just started having my prophetic dreams,” she explained. “And let’s just say I didn’t handle it so well. That’s actually putting it kind of lightly. I sort of wrote myself off. Became the island freak. Only left the mansion when I absolutely had to. It was only days before I met your brother that I had started attempting to get a life outside the house. But the job became all-consuming almost overnight. And being a Howard Witch, it pretty much comes first so having any sort of life is... kind of impossible.”
“You shouldn’t give up,” encouraged Lucas. “I know your life is fairly laid out for you, but if you find that something that make you happy, you should grab onto it. Life’s too short not to.”
“Yeah, maybe. If I ever have the time to find it...”
“I’m gonna go check on my brother again. You mind bringing me a mug of that when it’s ready?” he asked, nodding to the filling coffee pot.
“Yeah, will do.”
He left her alone. No one had ever asked Melinda what she wanted from life before, and she’d never given it any thought. Was there something wrong with her? That she’d never even had any desires for her future... other than for the way too hot vampire that lived in her house, and the molasses eyed motorcycle man currently tied up in her basement (that wanted to torture and kill said vampire).
“Thoughts for another day,” she muttered, while opening up a cupboard over the coffee pot. “Perfect.” She grabbed a box of toasted-coconut-covered chocolate donuts. “It’s a donut kind of day.”
She grabbed two coffee filled mugs, put the box under her arm and headed down to the basement, curious suddenly as to whether gargoyles liked donuts.
CHAPTER 6
With every hour that passed, Eva Jordan was getting her strength back. She was up and walking around a bit now, however painful spasms periodically caught her off guard as the vampire venom worked its way out of her veins. Even with the potion Sir Tinkham Sickereaux, otherwise called, Stricker, had provided, she’d still need more time to heal fully. But being back on her feet was a good start.
The Feyk were busy preparing to cast a summoning spell; one meant to summon the Soul Hunter. The key, Stricker explained, was that the Hunter would only answer the call if there was the promise of a new soul. They did not have one to offer in trade, however they did have something else the Hunter wanted more. Its freedom. A way to get off the Isle.
Eva had explained to the Feyk about the lighthouses and the doorways hidden in each. How Lizzy Deane had used a spell to lock them shut; she even knew exactly what Lizzy had said to close them, being that William had written it in the diary.
“I bet he never expected that to backfire,” she delighted haughtily.
The Feyk were now working on a way to undo the late ghast’s magic so they could free the Hunter. They were hoping to strike a bargain, its freedom for the release of Jack Howard.
Unfortunately for Eva, she was the only soul the Hunter might be interested in collecting; therefore, she’d have to be the bait.
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