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would be best. Bind the locket with the special satin ribbons to cushion its journey. I’ve said a prayer for it to get here safely. If you want to say a little prayer as well, the kind that binds, that would be good, too.
Send it to me at the Savoy hotel in London.
That’s all for now. We love you! Stay out of trouble!
Aunt Mel
I reread the letter, so happy to have proof that she was okay. She hadn’t mentioned the brooch, but there was the “keep them safe” line about the stuff she was sending. Maybe I was just supposed to hold on to the brooch for Aunt Mel, and she’d take care of it when she got back to America. But what if she didn’t get back in time? I really needed more information about what she wanted me to do.
At least she’d sent the satin ribbons that she’d cast a spell on. Her binding to keep Edie in the locket would probably work, even if my spell was useless. I smiled at her use of the word prayer instead of spell . Smart and careful. Who knew if the mail would fall into the wrong hands. DeeDAW hands. Boy was Aunt Mel going to be mad when she heard about them.
“Well, that’s it for now,” I said to Merc, putting the letter and ribbons in the envelope and slipping it into the pocket of my suitcase. “Momma’s shacked up with a faery. Aunt Mel’s trying to rebuild her magic. Edie’s going airmail to England. And we’re staying here to face the Conclave.” I blew a strand of hair out of my eyes. “You think I should have let her or Edie know about the Conclave or Scarface or DeeDAW?”
Merc purred.
“But if most of her power was depleted from visiting Faeryland, she wouldn’t be able to help much, right? So she’d rush home before she was ready, only to end up in danger along with me. I think it would be better to let her come home when she’s ready, when she’s built up her power again. I think Bryn and I can handle things here. Look at all that we’ve done over the past couple weeks. Although, he did lose a lot of his power during that Death spell a few days ago.” I sighed. “Maybe I should ask him what he thinks about telling Aunt Mel.”
I strode to the kitchen and out the back door. It was near dawn, and most of the outdoor floodlights had gone off. I walked diagonally toward the water, figuring I’d bump into Bryn somewhere along the way.
A pulse of white light blinded me. I tossed an arm over my eyes and Merc yowled.
“What the heck was that?”
Chapter 9
I lowered my arm carefully. In the distance, I could see tiny needles of bright light coming from the sky. I followed the lines of illumination down with my eyes and hurried toward them.
Bryn was standing shirtless on the lawn with his arms outstretched to the sides, his head tipped back so his face was turned up to the sky. The beams of light pierced his forearms. As I drew closer, I could hear that he was murmuring in a foreign language.
I paused, not wanting to disturb whatever spell he was casting. I heard Merc’s breathing get faster, then he made a high-pitched sound and darted away.
What? I looked over my shoulder, trying to see where he’d gone, then I felt sharp pain in my shoulders. I whipped my head back and saw that two beams of light had bent from Bryn’s arms and were striking me. I dropped to my knees, but the slicing beams followed.
“Ow!” I yelled. “What are you doing?”
He went on with his incantation. I leapt to my feet and raced toward him, the searing pain becoming unbearable.
He stopped speaking and the lights disappeared, but not soon enough for me to stop. Momentum made me crash into him. We landed hard. Him on his back. Me sprawled half on top of him, half on the dewy grass.
I checked my shoulders, surprised that blood wasn’t coursing down them from gaping wounds. On my shirt, there were a couple dots of blood, about a centimeter in diameter, but nothing more. I jerked the fabric down to expose my left shoulder. It was too dark to see, but it looked like there was
Send it to me at the Savoy hotel in London.
That’s all for now. We love you! Stay out of trouble!
Aunt Mel
I reread the letter, so happy to have proof that she was okay. She hadn’t mentioned the brooch, but there was the “keep them safe” line about the stuff she was sending. Maybe I was just supposed to hold on to the brooch for Aunt Mel, and she’d take care of it when she got back to America. But what if she didn’t get back in time? I really needed more information about what she wanted me to do.
At least she’d sent the satin ribbons that she’d cast a spell on. Her binding to keep Edie in the locket would probably work, even if my spell was useless. I smiled at her use of the word prayer instead of spell . Smart and careful. Who knew if the mail would fall into the wrong hands. DeeDAW hands. Boy was Aunt Mel going to be mad when she heard about them.
“Well, that’s it for now,” I said to Merc, putting the letter and ribbons in the envelope and slipping it into the pocket of my suitcase. “Momma’s shacked up with a faery. Aunt Mel’s trying to rebuild her magic. Edie’s going airmail to England. And we’re staying here to face the Conclave.” I blew a strand of hair out of my eyes. “You think I should have let her or Edie know about the Conclave or Scarface or DeeDAW?”
Merc purred.
“But if most of her power was depleted from visiting Faeryland, she wouldn’t be able to help much, right? So she’d rush home before she was ready, only to end up in danger along with me. I think it would be better to let her come home when she’s ready, when she’s built up her power again. I think Bryn and I can handle things here. Look at all that we’ve done over the past couple weeks. Although, he did lose a lot of his power during that Death spell a few days ago.” I sighed. “Maybe I should ask him what he thinks about telling Aunt Mel.”
I strode to the kitchen and out the back door. It was near dawn, and most of the outdoor floodlights had gone off. I walked diagonally toward the water, figuring I’d bump into Bryn somewhere along the way.
A pulse of white light blinded me. I tossed an arm over my eyes and Merc yowled.
“What the heck was that?”
Chapter 9
I lowered my arm carefully. In the distance, I could see tiny needles of bright light coming from the sky. I followed the lines of illumination down with my eyes and hurried toward them.
Bryn was standing shirtless on the lawn with his arms outstretched to the sides, his head tipped back so his face was turned up to the sky. The beams of light pierced his forearms. As I drew closer, I could hear that he was murmuring in a foreign language.
I paused, not wanting to disturb whatever spell he was casting. I heard Merc’s breathing get faster, then he made a high-pitched sound and darted away.
What? I looked over my shoulder, trying to see where he’d gone, then I felt sharp pain in my shoulders. I whipped my head back and saw that two beams of light had bent from Bryn’s arms and were striking me. I dropped to my knees, but the slicing beams followed.
“Ow!” I yelled. “What are you doing?”
He went on with his incantation. I leapt to my feet and raced toward him, the searing pain becoming unbearable.
He stopped speaking and the lights disappeared, but not soon enough for me to stop. Momentum made me crash into him. We landed hard. Him on his back. Me sprawled half on top of him, half on the dewy grass.
I checked my shoulders, surprised that blood wasn’t coursing down them from gaping wounds. On my shirt, there were a couple dots of blood, about a centimeter in diameter, but nothing more. I jerked the fabric down to expose my left shoulder. It was too dark to see, but it looked like there was
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