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Kara’s chest rose and fell with terror as she slumped to the rug, hands covering her face. “Get out! I don’t ever want to see you again!”
Lyra sailed past her, giving one last look of worry and hurt before she leaped out the window. Kara slammed the window shut—and locked it.
Then she collapsed on her bed, clutching the locket that had miraculously not been lost at the bridge.
She cried for a very long time.
B Y THE RUSHING waters of the river, a second winged cat carefully pulled its broken body onto the damp earth. It shook its head and cried out in pain. Then, in a single fluid movement, the creature changed. Animal limbs extended, bones reshaped and straightened, becoming long, human legs. Gashes healed as claws turned into fingers. Fur retreated into flesh.
Johnny Conrad stood—or the creature that looked like Conrad.
So it was true. The girl wielded the power of a unicorn horn. The Dark Sorceress had warned him it might be here. Considering the forces he had seen Kara unleash on the bridge, there could be little doubt about the girl’s ability to do what was required.
Keep Kara under his spell. Keep her confused enough so she only trusted him—that was the plan. He had only been able to use a subtle spell on the warrior—the girl’s mistwolf was already getting suspicious—but it had been enough. The stunt with Windor took care of that problem. Now he had taken care of the flying cat before the animal could sense the spell on her bonded, but still, the other animals knew he was here. He had to move fast. It was time to drive the final wedge between the warrior and the blazing star.
And when the moment was right, Kara would use her magic to align the portals hidden in the fairy map—and the pathway to Avalon would be revealed.
Spellsinging was the perfect way to control the blazing star’s magic. That book had been meant for Kara alone, but the other mages now knew of it.
Perhaps he could use this to his advantage.
After all, evil wore many faces—and the Skultum could wear any he desired.
E VENING HAD FALLEN and Kara had pulled herself together as best she could. She had been lucky; none of the wounds were deep. She bandaged her leg and cleaned the scratches on her arms and sides. She had to tell Emily and Adriane, but she didn’t know what to say. It still made no sense. She hid her feelings from Heather, Tiffany, and Molly, who had dropped by with a triple-cheese pizza to help with the concert preparations. They had no clue that Kara’s world was coming apart at the seams.
Trying to pretend everything was normal, Kara went into overdrive. She made a grand show of flaunting the locket Johnny had given her, regaling her friends with stories of Johnny and his infinite wonder. She was the fearless leader; she pushed away all the confusion she felt by talking non-stop about the details for Saturday’s show, trying her hardest to pretend that her closest friend hadn’t tried to rip her to shreds.
While Kara sorted through a pile of papers, talking about ticket takers, additional parking, concession stands, placement of banners, and a hundred other things, Heather drifted over to the window and ran through a few simple voice exercises.
Kara kept talking until Tiff and Molly shushed her into silence. When Heather was done, they stared at her in shock.
“That was amazing! ” Tiffany exclaimed.
“You’ve been holding out on us, girl!” Molly applauded.
They’re right, Kara thought. She had never realized how beautiful Heather’s voice was.
“How long have you been singing?” Kara asked, looking away and trying to sound like it was no big deal.
“No big thing,” Heather said modestly, pulling her long red hair back in a ponytail. “You know my mom used to sing, and it gives us something to do together at church.”
“Well, tomorrow you’re singing at the church of Johnny Conrad!” Tiffany quipped.
Heather blushed. “You think I really have a
Kara’s chest rose and fell with terror as she slumped to the rug, hands covering her face. “Get out! I don’t ever want to see you again!”
Lyra sailed past her, giving one last look of worry and hurt before she leaped out the window. Kara slammed the window shut—and locked it.
Then she collapsed on her bed, clutching the locket that had miraculously not been lost at the bridge.
She cried for a very long time.
B Y THE RUSHING waters of the river, a second winged cat carefully pulled its broken body onto the damp earth. It shook its head and cried out in pain. Then, in a single fluid movement, the creature changed. Animal limbs extended, bones reshaped and straightened, becoming long, human legs. Gashes healed as claws turned into fingers. Fur retreated into flesh.
Johnny Conrad stood—or the creature that looked like Conrad.
So it was true. The girl wielded the power of a unicorn horn. The Dark Sorceress had warned him it might be here. Considering the forces he had seen Kara unleash on the bridge, there could be little doubt about the girl’s ability to do what was required.
Keep Kara under his spell. Keep her confused enough so she only trusted him—that was the plan. He had only been able to use a subtle spell on the warrior—the girl’s mistwolf was already getting suspicious—but it had been enough. The stunt with Windor took care of that problem. Now he had taken care of the flying cat before the animal could sense the spell on her bonded, but still, the other animals knew he was here. He had to move fast. It was time to drive the final wedge between the warrior and the blazing star.
And when the moment was right, Kara would use her magic to align the portals hidden in the fairy map—and the pathway to Avalon would be revealed.
Spellsinging was the perfect way to control the blazing star’s magic. That book had been meant for Kara alone, but the other mages now knew of it.
Perhaps he could use this to his advantage.
After all, evil wore many faces—and the Skultum could wear any he desired.
E VENING HAD FALLEN and Kara had pulled herself together as best she could. She had been lucky; none of the wounds were deep. She bandaged her leg and cleaned the scratches on her arms and sides. She had to tell Emily and Adriane, but she didn’t know what to say. It still made no sense. She hid her feelings from Heather, Tiffany, and Molly, who had dropped by with a triple-cheese pizza to help with the concert preparations. They had no clue that Kara’s world was coming apart at the seams.
Trying to pretend everything was normal, Kara went into overdrive. She made a grand show of flaunting the locket Johnny had given her, regaling her friends with stories of Johnny and his infinite wonder. She was the fearless leader; she pushed away all the confusion she felt by talking non-stop about the details for Saturday’s show, trying her hardest to pretend that her closest friend hadn’t tried to rip her to shreds.
While Kara sorted through a pile of papers, talking about ticket takers, additional parking, concession stands, placement of banners, and a hundred other things, Heather drifted over to the window and ran through a few simple voice exercises.
Kara kept talking until Tiff and Molly shushed her into silence. When Heather was done, they stared at her in shock.
“That was amazing! ” Tiffany exclaimed.
“You’ve been holding out on us, girl!” Molly applauded.
They’re right, Kara thought. She had never realized how beautiful Heather’s voice was.
“How long have you been singing?” Kara asked, looking away and trying to sound like it was no big deal.
“No big thing,” Heather said modestly, pulling her long red hair back in a ponytail. “You know my mom used to sing, and it gives us something to do together at church.”
“Well, tomorrow you’re singing at the church of Johnny Conrad!” Tiffany quipped.
Heather blushed. “You think I really have a
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