Playing with Magic (Elemental Trilogy Book 2)

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long-passed infected. Its dead skin hung off its bones. It was missing ears, and hair, but its eyes stared at them with creepy need. “She’s not here,” he said in a whisper. “They’re not here. It feels weird not having them with us.” Everyone went silent.
     
    ****
    Autumn rolled onto her side. It felt strange sleeping on a bed without Rowan and River. She moved onto her other side, and then back onto her back. Nothing felt right. Her stomach made a gurgling sound.
    Finally hungry , she thought. Maybe she could find something to eat. She got out of bed and slid her feet into her slippers.
     
    ****
    “Can’t sleep?” Rowan whispered to River as they lay in bed.
    “No. You?”
    Rowan shook his head. “It’s just not the same without her,” he said into the darkness.
    “I agree.”
    “If you guys are getting gross, please do it outside,” Linden said in the dark.
    “I’ll show you gross,” Rowan mumbled.
    “Oh, Linden, be quiet before someone steps on you,” Jaime whispered, making everyone laugh.

Chapter 7
     
    “What can we do?” Autumn asked.
    “Nothing for now.” She turned and walked into the room Stefan occupied. Autumn cringed, hearing the ear splitting howl.
    “The beast is breaking the binding spell,” Shantaina said.
    Autumn was hit with nausea as Anatha ran into the hall. Autumn ran for the bathroom as Anatha’s gaze followed her until she disappeared. “What’s wrong with her?”
    Shantaina shrugged. “She must be sick.”
    Mabon came out from the back where Autumn had run. He went to the phone. “Thora, I need you to schedule an appointment with Finlay for my sister.” He listened. “Soon would be nice.” Anatha smiled as she heard screaming over the phone. Mabon pulled the phone away from his ear. He put the receiver back to his ear when the screaming had stopped. “Thank you.” He hung up.
    “The doctor’s secretary doesn’t like many people,” Shantaina told Anatha.
    “Aren’t secretaries supposed to be nice?”
    Mabon shook his head. “When you are in charge of the crisis office, nice is the last thing you want to deal with.” He noticed the puzzled look on her face and remembered she didn’t know what he was talking about. “See, people go to the doctor with all kinds of problems. Around here, its magical mishaps, and sometimes Thora has to put out magic fires.”
    “Fires, curses, three folds … she’s had to deal with it all and has been put in a position not many people would deal with,” Shantaina said, shrugging. “Not me, anyway.”
    “Autumn is sick,” Angel hissed to Adair as he came in carrying Relynn, Mabon’s familiar. The silver kitten purred loudly as Adair loved on it. It eyed the snake suspiciously as they walked by.
    “You think I wouldn’t notice what’s wrong with my human,” he said coldly.
    “What’s wrong with you, monkey?” Angel hissed.
    “Bane keeps picking on Relynn. You two make a great couple: Him, a giant spider that speaks Pig Latin, and you, thinking you’re a dragon.”
    Angel coiled up. “Well, it looks like you and the kitten have something in common. It has no powers and will always be an immature kitten, and you are a brainiac, afraid of heights.”
    “It’s not my fault I’m afraid of heights!”
    Autumn came into the room. She looked around, her face pale. “I think I’m going to lie down,” she told everyone.
    “It might be a good idea,” Shantaina said. “Nothing too important is happening down here anyway.”
    Autumn gave them all a fake smile and walked to the stairs. She made it up and fought to open her door. The knob liked to fight and bite, so she had to grab it in the right spot. “Stupid lock curse,” Autumn mumbled.
    She went to the bay window. She pulled the curtains closed, darkening the room. “All I need is some sleep,” she said to herself. She plopped down on the bed and curled up. She hated being sick. She slipped into a dreamless fitful sleep. Adair peeked in on her. He

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