sealing her, they would keep their magic forever.
The idea of going back to being normal sounded like the most unbearable thing on earth, but she would do it in a heartbeat if that’s what Angie wanted. She gave Angie a lingering look, worried that they were making the wrong choice. Angie’s heart-shaped face was set in determined lines. She wanted to do this. Julia exhaled a pent up breath of relief. If this worked, they would never have to go back to being normal again. Eventually she would be able to do more than just freeze time. With practice she would be able to do all the things Angie could do—move objects, light flames, everything. They were really going to be lifelong witches.
“I’m ready,” Angie said, looking up at Julia, and Julia felt a twinge of guilt. Angie reminded her of a little kid saying she was ready for a roller coaster when it was clear she was still scared out of her mind. “The magic is more important than anything, right?”
“Right,” Julia agreed, though probably not for the same reasons as Angie.
“Good. So we agree.” Angie tucked a nonexistent strand of hair behind her ears. “Let’s go talk to Kaitlyn.”
“Awesome. Wait, talk? Why talk?”
“To explain what we’re doing.”
“Have you lost it?” Julia ignored Angie’s widening eyes. “Let’s mark her first and explain later.”
“That wouldn’t be fair to her.”
“I don’t give a crap about being fair after what she did to you.”
Angie’s gaze faltered. “She should have a choice in what happens to her. I gave you a choice.”
“But she’s evil,” Julia whispered. “No joke, don’t talk to her about it. This is our only chance to mark her. Like you said, your birthday is at midnight.”
“We have to learn to be a team. That has to start now or what hope do we have?”
Julia sighed. This was a super horrible idea. What were they supposed to do? Walk up to her and say, ‘Hey, Kaitlyn, you’re the third Daughter of Fate in this mystic trinity thing we’ve got going on. Would you mind if we marked you with magic—it’ll only hurt a lot—and then we’ll take you to a gypsy so she can seal the three of us together for eternity?’
Angie’s head shifted, her gaze fixed on a point behind Julia. Julia turned to see Kaitlyn and her crew coming up the hill.
Kaitlyn was the only girl alive who could bring the horrible PE uniform to anything resembling sexiness. Jealous girls said things like, “All that makeup makes her look like a total porn star ,” or, “Anyone could look that good if they had a rich dad to pay for spa treatments.” Maybe they were right, but the witch was also flat-out gorgeous. With thick layers of glossy black hair and skin that practically glowed, she looked like a movie star. And then there were her eyes, bright green and tilted up at the edges, with eyelashes so thick and full they should make noise when they fluttered. All the makeup and spa treatments in the world wouldn’t make Julia look that good.
Julia faced Angie with the hope that she had changed her mind about talking first, but Angie set her pom-poms down. Before Julia could do anything to stop her, she called out, “Kaitlyn.”
Kaitlyn and her friends stuttered to a stop. The look on Kaitlyn’s face made Julia think of a wolf looking at a newborn lamb. Julia rushed up to take her place at Angie’s side.
“What are they doing?” one of the girls said behind them.
“Oh my gosh, it’s the little cheerleader.”
“She’s come to tell Kaitlyn off for stealing her boyfriend.”
Several more hushed oh-my-goshes followed. Kaitlyn slid a conniving glance to the girl on her right. “Little Miss Letterman Jacket and her bushy-haired sidekick want to say hello.” She pursed her full, glossy lips, eyeing Angie up and down. “Is there something you losers need help with? Besides your sorry lives?”
Julia flinched at her tone. She wanted to grab Angie and run away, but Angie cleared her throat. “We
The idea of going back to being normal sounded like the most unbearable thing on earth, but she would do it in a heartbeat if that’s what Angie wanted. She gave Angie a lingering look, worried that they were making the wrong choice. Angie’s heart-shaped face was set in determined lines. She wanted to do this. Julia exhaled a pent up breath of relief. If this worked, they would never have to go back to being normal again. Eventually she would be able to do more than just freeze time. With practice she would be able to do all the things Angie could do—move objects, light flames, everything. They were really going to be lifelong witches.
“I’m ready,” Angie said, looking up at Julia, and Julia felt a twinge of guilt. Angie reminded her of a little kid saying she was ready for a roller coaster when it was clear she was still scared out of her mind. “The magic is more important than anything, right?”
“Right,” Julia agreed, though probably not for the same reasons as Angie.
“Good. So we agree.” Angie tucked a nonexistent strand of hair behind her ears. “Let’s go talk to Kaitlyn.”
“Awesome. Wait, talk? Why talk?”
“To explain what we’re doing.”
“Have you lost it?” Julia ignored Angie’s widening eyes. “Let’s mark her first and explain later.”
“That wouldn’t be fair to her.”
“I don’t give a crap about being fair after what she did to you.”
Angie’s gaze faltered. “She should have a choice in what happens to her. I gave you a choice.”
“But she’s evil,” Julia whispered. “No joke, don’t talk to her about it. This is our only chance to mark her. Like you said, your birthday is at midnight.”
“We have to learn to be a team. That has to start now or what hope do we have?”
Julia sighed. This was a super horrible idea. What were they supposed to do? Walk up to her and say, ‘Hey, Kaitlyn, you’re the third Daughter of Fate in this mystic trinity thing we’ve got going on. Would you mind if we marked you with magic—it’ll only hurt a lot—and then we’ll take you to a gypsy so she can seal the three of us together for eternity?’
Angie’s head shifted, her gaze fixed on a point behind Julia. Julia turned to see Kaitlyn and her crew coming up the hill.
Kaitlyn was the only girl alive who could bring the horrible PE uniform to anything resembling sexiness. Jealous girls said things like, “All that makeup makes her look like a total porn star ,” or, “Anyone could look that good if they had a rich dad to pay for spa treatments.” Maybe they were right, but the witch was also flat-out gorgeous. With thick layers of glossy black hair and skin that practically glowed, she looked like a movie star. And then there were her eyes, bright green and tilted up at the edges, with eyelashes so thick and full they should make noise when they fluttered. All the makeup and spa treatments in the world wouldn’t make Julia look that good.
Julia faced Angie with the hope that she had changed her mind about talking first, but Angie set her pom-poms down. Before Julia could do anything to stop her, she called out, “Kaitlyn.”
Kaitlyn and her friends stuttered to a stop. The look on Kaitlyn’s face made Julia think of a wolf looking at a newborn lamb. Julia rushed up to take her place at Angie’s side.
“What are they doing?” one of the girls said behind them.
“Oh my gosh, it’s the little cheerleader.”
“She’s come to tell Kaitlyn off for stealing her boyfriend.”
Several more hushed oh-my-goshes followed. Kaitlyn slid a conniving glance to the girl on her right. “Little Miss Letterman Jacket and her bushy-haired sidekick want to say hello.” She pursed her full, glossy lips, eyeing Angie up and down. “Is there something you losers need help with? Besides your sorry lives?”
Julia flinched at her tone. She wanted to grab Angie and run away, but Angie cleared her throat. “We
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