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see.” He squeezed my hand and nodded toward the window.
“How do you know so much about this?” I asked, searching his eyes for answers, hoping my fears wouldn’t be realized.
He paused and I glanced quickly to see the wall around my aunt expanding.
“Remember how you didn’t really believe in fairies back in the day?”
I nodded.
“ I had firsthand experience with not only fairies but this—” He pointed out the window, “the spectres. My first encounter was with them trying to stop a possession from completing. It was in the woods in Illinois, and I was trying to find my way back to our family’s campsite when I stumbled upon it,” he paused, hurt threading every syllable. “It was the last trip with my father, actually.”
My breath caught in my throat. I knew what he was going to say, but I didn’t want him to say it.
“The attempt had been on my dad . The fairies stopped it. We never knew who would have tried something so horrible on my father. I mean back then we never figured he had enemies. It didn’t make sense. Now, of course, it makes complete sense.”
“I’m so sorry. I had—”
“It’s not your fault,” he interrupted me. “This is not your fault.” He pointed to my aunt.
How could he love me when members of my family had been responsibl e for causing so much pain to his?
“Get ready to watch some pretty spectacular fireworks,” he whispered, turning my attention outside the window.
“Huh?” I asked c onfused.
“In order to ensure the spectre is destroyed, they discharge it. Fairies are about the only creature I can think of that can do that.”
“ So the spectre is like a demon? They can actually destroy it?”
“Yeah. Well, there’s a belief out there that fairies have a connection to demons through their lineage. Like fairies can’t die because they’re already dead type of thing. And no, there’s no point in asking because they’ll never tell. They just get angry.”
“I guess that would explain their ability to knock the demons out then. But I haven’t been able to see the demon attacking my aunt this entire time.”
“Believe me, you will.”
I looked back out at the wall of fairies encircling my aunt and wasn’t sure what I thought about the little creatures any longer, but remembering my first encounter with them certainly put what Logan said in perspective. Encountering dozens of silver eyes glowering back at a person isn’t easily forgotten, especially when they show off their razor sharp teeth.
“Are their silver eyes connected to the underworld?” I asked , pausing briefly. “Are yours?”
“When certain aspects of dark sorcery are harnessed there are certain attributes that tend to show up depending on the situation.” He stopped himself.
I began to feel queasy wondering if a person could ever really escape dark magic once they ’d tapped into it? Was that why Logan’s eyes turned silver? Was Logan as susceptible as my father?
I turned my attention back outside and watched as the wall began to erode, cascading a multitude of white light as the golden hues diminished. In the center, rising above my aunt, was an obscure figure that I hadn’t been able to see before now. As the haze lifted a beautiful woman with crimson lips emerged. Her hands were reaching toward the heavens with her eyes closed. Her blonde hair fell down her chest, covering the white robe she was wearing. Every movement of the spectre was graceful, slow.
“Who is that?” I whispered.
“That the Vitulamen . She’s a demon.”
“She’s in human form…”
“They can shift into any form.”
I watched my aunt cowering beneath the demon as the fairies backed off and returned to their tiny forms once more.
“Why are the fairies stopping?”
“They’ve finished. It just takes a few moments before the residuals of the spell take over. Keep watching.”
The demon’s mouth began to gradually open , screaming a deafening silence. The hush of the demon’s
“How do you know so much about this?” I asked, searching his eyes for answers, hoping my fears wouldn’t be realized.
He paused and I glanced quickly to see the wall around my aunt expanding.
“Remember how you didn’t really believe in fairies back in the day?”
I nodded.
“ I had firsthand experience with not only fairies but this—” He pointed out the window, “the spectres. My first encounter was with them trying to stop a possession from completing. It was in the woods in Illinois, and I was trying to find my way back to our family’s campsite when I stumbled upon it,” he paused, hurt threading every syllable. “It was the last trip with my father, actually.”
My breath caught in my throat. I knew what he was going to say, but I didn’t want him to say it.
“The attempt had been on my dad . The fairies stopped it. We never knew who would have tried something so horrible on my father. I mean back then we never figured he had enemies. It didn’t make sense. Now, of course, it makes complete sense.”
“I’m so sorry. I had—”
“It’s not your fault,” he interrupted me. “This is not your fault.” He pointed to my aunt.
How could he love me when members of my family had been responsibl e for causing so much pain to his?
“Get ready to watch some pretty spectacular fireworks,” he whispered, turning my attention outside the window.
“Huh?” I asked c onfused.
“In order to ensure the spectre is destroyed, they discharge it. Fairies are about the only creature I can think of that can do that.”
“ So the spectre is like a demon? They can actually destroy it?”
“Yeah. Well, there’s a belief out there that fairies have a connection to demons through their lineage. Like fairies can’t die because they’re already dead type of thing. And no, there’s no point in asking because they’ll never tell. They just get angry.”
“I guess that would explain their ability to knock the demons out then. But I haven’t been able to see the demon attacking my aunt this entire time.”
“Believe me, you will.”
I looked back out at the wall of fairies encircling my aunt and wasn’t sure what I thought about the little creatures any longer, but remembering my first encounter with them certainly put what Logan said in perspective. Encountering dozens of silver eyes glowering back at a person isn’t easily forgotten, especially when they show off their razor sharp teeth.
“Are their silver eyes connected to the underworld?” I asked , pausing briefly. “Are yours?”
“When certain aspects of dark sorcery are harnessed there are certain attributes that tend to show up depending on the situation.” He stopped himself.
I began to feel queasy wondering if a person could ever really escape dark magic once they ’d tapped into it? Was that why Logan’s eyes turned silver? Was Logan as susceptible as my father?
I turned my attention back outside and watched as the wall began to erode, cascading a multitude of white light as the golden hues diminished. In the center, rising above my aunt, was an obscure figure that I hadn’t been able to see before now. As the haze lifted a beautiful woman with crimson lips emerged. Her hands were reaching toward the heavens with her eyes closed. Her blonde hair fell down her chest, covering the white robe she was wearing. Every movement of the spectre was graceful, slow.
“Who is that?” I whispered.
“That the Vitulamen . She’s a demon.”
“She’s in human form…”
“They can shift into any form.”
I watched my aunt cowering beneath the demon as the fairies backed off and returned to their tiny forms once more.
“Why are the fairies stopping?”
“They’ve finished. It just takes a few moments before the residuals of the spell take over. Keep watching.”
The demon’s mouth began to gradually open , screaming a deafening silence. The hush of the demon’s
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