very
gently. “And then you ran and broke his heart.”
“I threw fire at him.”
“No, my sweet girl. You offered him magic, and
what flows in you is very strong. He will need to be strong to
match it, and for just a moment, he wasn’t what you needed.”
It was hard to blame Jake for that. “So he can’t
be human? He can’t hesitate at all?” Romy barely got her last words
out. “Who would want that?”
Carla’s smile was slow and sweet. “Franco did.
He’s not a witch, so it wasn’t quite the same, but it took some
time for me to get a grip on what he stirred in me, too.”
“I bet you never left burn marks on his
face.”
“No. But I did singe a couple of other pretty
interesting places.” She grinned. “He still has the shirt with my
hands imprinted on the back.”
Carla sobered. “You and Jake will need to find
your own way. Just remember that your magic calls out to his as
much as your heart does.”
“That seems like a good reason to stay far
away.”
“If I thought you were that kind of coward, I
wouldn’t have walked all the way up here to give you this little
lecture. You’ve let your magic be the boss of you for far too long.
It’s part of you, but it’s not in charge.”
Romy took a shaky breath and reached inside. The
lines of magic wobbled, but they held for her as she sent power to
her fingers. The ball of light was a little wimpy, but it would
do.
Carla nodded in approval. “Now go find that boy
of mine. He’s hurting, cara mia.”
They both turned at the rumbling in the sky.
Jake was riding in at high speed. He landed in a slide of rubber
that nearly knocked Romy off her feet.
“Molly called. Jolie is insisting there’s a
little girl who is about to start a really big fire. She says
you’ll be the one to find her, Romy. I need you to help me
look.”
Carla grabbed her things. “I’ll go to your house
and monitor the Sentinel system. I’ll call you if there’s an
alert.”
“Does Jolie know anything else?” Romy took
Jake’s hand and climbed on behind him.
“I don’t know. That’s our first stop. Hang
on.”
She didn’t have much choice.
Chapter 13
Jake held the bike tight, flew like a madman,
and prayed this wouldn’t end badly. He thought of himself as a good
guy to have around in an emergency, but he wasn’t at all certain
this was his crisis to solve.
If Jolie was right, that was going to be the job
of the woman clinging to his back.
He slammed the bike down in Molly’s back yard
and turned to grip Romy’s shoulders. “You okay? I had to pull some
pretty serious magic to get us here fast, but I didn’t see you
sparking. I’m so sorry—for earlier, and for pulling you in like
this.”
She reached out and touched his cheek, just
once.
Her voice was quiet, but certain. “There’s a
little girl who needs us. I don’t know how I can help, but let’s go
see what we can find out.”
Jolie came out of the house, followed by Molly
carrying a plate of sandwiches.
“Thanks, Molly,” said Jake. “We may have a long
night coming.”
Jolie tugged on Romy’s hand. “Do you know where
to find the little girl?”
“Not yet, sweetie.” Romy squatted down. “I need
you to tell me a little more about what you see.”
“It’s kind of confusing. I think I’m seeing some
now stuff, and some future stuff. She’s in a dark room, and her
belly really hurts. I don’t think she’s hungry, though; maybe she’s
sick. There’s a big fire in the room, but you come and save her, so
that must be a future thing.”
“Okay, that’s a really good start. Can you tell
me more about the little girl? How old she is, or what she’s
thinking about?”
Jolie frowned. “I heard her talking to her dolly
a little. She said ‘baby, don’t be afraid’. Maybe she’s been bad,
and somebody put her in a closet, like me, only Molly says little
girls can’t be that bad.”
Jake glanced at Molly in approval, and then bent
down beside Romy. “Indeed,
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