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Authors: H.B. Gilmour, Randi Reisfeld
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know Shane was your boyfriend. I thought…” she trailed off and shrugged.
Sersee’s stab at remorse was lame. “I acted rashly and hatefully. I used my powers to hurt, not to heal. If I were you, I would never forgive me. But” — she looked up hopefully — “I’m not you. You’re a better person than I could ever be.”
The devious witch was using her own meanness as a defense? No wonder she was first among Furies. Cam gave her major kudos for shamelessness.
“Anyway.” Sersee took Cam’s arm again and walked around the side of the café, where the others were. Shewhispered confidentially, “See Rowan over there? He’s my new —”
“— quarry?” Cam suggested.
“Lucky boy.” Sersee didn’t miss a beat. “So Shane is all yours.”
“Thanks for your leftovers.”
“Leftovers? I don’t think so.” Sersee’s violet eyes betrayed a flicker of anger. “Shane A. Wright is the most coveted young warlock on the island, a real ‘catch’ as you mainlanders might say. Any witch would give her best crystal stone for a chance with him. He’s brilliant, ambitious, easy on the eyes,
and
from one of Coventry’s most important families.”
That was news to Cam. All Shane had said about his parents was they’d kicked him out.
“I have an idea,” Sersee was saying. “Tomorrow I’ll show you around the island. It’ll be just us girls. I can show you where were the best stuff is —”
“Speaking of just us girls, bad things come in threes,” Cam interrupted. “Where’s the caboose of your cabal — Michaelina?”
“Mike’s still in lockdown. For her part in, well, the thing that happened with you and Alex.”
“Lockdown?”
Sersee laughed. “She’s still serving her sentence; doing community service.”
Baap!
Red flag. Scrappy Michaelina was still doing penance while slithery Sersee and her slavishly loyal fan Epie were already free? Did not track.
“So now that the air is clear and you’ve forgiven me,” Sersee continued as if just saying it made it true, “hang with us for a while. We were just about to leave for our Summer Solstice ceremony. Okay, we’re a little behind — the real holiday was last month. But it’s fun. You might like it. Of course, you’re not really a full witch yet. So if you’re afraid …” She let it trail provocatively.
Grabbing Shane and splitting, Cam thought, was probably the real fun thing to do. But — even though she knew Sersee was playing her — she wouldn’t have minded checking out the witchy ritual.
Also on the “go with” side: the chance to observe Coventry’s “best catch” in his natural habitat. As long as that didn’t include any place she could drown.
“Is that true?” Shane asked, bringing her a steaming cup of fragrant tea. “You’re up for the Summer Solstice ceremony?”
“It could be interesting,” Cam conceded.
“Oh, totally,” Epie squealed, then cast a quick glance at Sersee to see if she’d said the right thing.
Oh, she had, all right. In a way Cam could never have counted on.
CHAPTER EIGHT
YOU WANT FRIES WITH THAT?
Alex had almost forgotten.
Back home in Montana, she’d always worked — after school, weekends, vacations, and every summer. So had her friends. Her mom, Sara, had worked
three
jobs to make ends meet.
No matter how much the actual jobs reeked, for Alex, being able to contribute to the household, help Sara make ends meet, and be able to buy her own stuff — whether it was a new CD, a movie ticket, or a thrift shop splurge — had felt right and real. It was that feeling she’d almost forgotten.
“Just because you live in cutesyville with theBarneses,” Michaelina had chided her, “you had to become one of them?”
Okay, so it had taken a sneaky little sorceress to pound the point home. Color her reminded. Independence? Alex was all over it.
She knew exactly where to start. College-bound Jason had worked at Marble Bay’s premier pizza joint, Pie in the Sky. Had they
Sersee’s stab at remorse was lame. “I acted rashly and hatefully. I used my powers to hurt, not to heal. If I were you, I would never forgive me. But” — she looked up hopefully — “I’m not you. You’re a better person than I could ever be.”
The devious witch was using her own meanness as a defense? No wonder she was first among Furies. Cam gave her major kudos for shamelessness.
“Anyway.” Sersee took Cam’s arm again and walked around the side of the café, where the others were. Shewhispered confidentially, “See Rowan over there? He’s my new —”
“— quarry?” Cam suggested.
“Lucky boy.” Sersee didn’t miss a beat. “So Shane is all yours.”
“Thanks for your leftovers.”
“Leftovers? I don’t think so.” Sersee’s violet eyes betrayed a flicker of anger. “Shane A. Wright is the most coveted young warlock on the island, a real ‘catch’ as you mainlanders might say. Any witch would give her best crystal stone for a chance with him. He’s brilliant, ambitious, easy on the eyes,
and
from one of Coventry’s most important families.”
That was news to Cam. All Shane had said about his parents was they’d kicked him out.
“I have an idea,” Sersee was saying. “Tomorrow I’ll show you around the island. It’ll be just us girls. I can show you where were the best stuff is —”
“Speaking of just us girls, bad things come in threes,” Cam interrupted. “Where’s the caboose of your cabal — Michaelina?”
“Mike’s still in lockdown. For her part in, well, the thing that happened with you and Alex.”
“Lockdown?”
Sersee laughed. “She’s still serving her sentence; doing community service.”
Baap!
Red flag. Scrappy Michaelina was still doing penance while slithery Sersee and her slavishly loyal fan Epie were already free? Did not track.
“So now that the air is clear and you’ve forgiven me,” Sersee continued as if just saying it made it true, “hang with us for a while. We were just about to leave for our Summer Solstice ceremony. Okay, we’re a little behind — the real holiday was last month. But it’s fun. You might like it. Of course, you’re not really a full witch yet. So if you’re afraid …” She let it trail provocatively.
Grabbing Shane and splitting, Cam thought, was probably the real fun thing to do. But — even though she knew Sersee was playing her — she wouldn’t have minded checking out the witchy ritual.
Also on the “go with” side: the chance to observe Coventry’s “best catch” in his natural habitat. As long as that didn’t include any place she could drown.
“Is that true?” Shane asked, bringing her a steaming cup of fragrant tea. “You’re up for the Summer Solstice ceremony?”
“It could be interesting,” Cam conceded.
“Oh, totally,” Epie squealed, then cast a quick glance at Sersee to see if she’d said the right thing.
Oh, she had, all right. In a way Cam could never have counted on.
CHAPTER EIGHT
YOU WANT FRIES WITH THAT?
Alex had almost forgotten.
Back home in Montana, she’d always worked — after school, weekends, vacations, and every summer. So had her friends. Her mom, Sara, had worked
three
jobs to make ends meet.
No matter how much the actual jobs reeked, for Alex, being able to contribute to the household, help Sara make ends meet, and be able to buy her own stuff — whether it was a new CD, a movie ticket, or a thrift shop splurge — had felt right and real. It was that feeling she’d almost forgotten.
“Just because you live in cutesyville with theBarneses,” Michaelina had chided her, “you had to become one of them?”
Okay, so it had taken a sneaky little sorceress to pound the point home. Color her reminded. Independence? Alex was all over it.
She knew exactly where to start. College-bound Jason had worked at Marble Bay’s premier pizza joint, Pie in the Sky. Had they
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