John helped me down the hall to the kitchen, where we had to play guess which door was the basement. We found the large walk in pantry and the garage before finding the stairs leading down into darkness. The waves were coming faster, stronger. I could barely stand as John guided me down the stairs.
The basement was nearly bare. Flickering candlelight revealed a concrete floor, exposed wooden framework, and unfinished drywall. A cluttered table was pushed into the far corner, next to a old mantle and a large old mirror, covered with a drape so that only the bottom left corner reflected in the light.
A large design was painted in white on the floor. The circles and sigils looked familiar, like the ones from my summoning spell. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, I knelt down and held a hand out over the painted lines. Power pulsed from them, sending the waves out and through me like a tidal wave. I looked out across the designs on the floored.
They weren't li
Doubling over, pain - that had nothing to do with the physical kind - ripped at my heart. I set Poe down carefully, ignoring the dampness on my cheeks."I should have realized it sooner," Nathan said. "You never did look like a Stanwood." He gave a halfhearted laugh and wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.I struggled to breathe. Poe was gone. My great-grandfather.Rage flooded through me. Standing, I turned towards Natham as the smirk wilted from his face. He took a step back, and another, trying to keep the distance between us as I walked towards him. Throwing my hand out before me, Kastem appeared with a mere thought. I didn't have to say the incantation, or struggle for control. He just materialized."You think a demon is going to stop me?" Nathan forced a laugh, but I could see the fear in his eyes. He knelt, slapping his blood covered hand covered hand on the painted circle. His expression hardened. "Two can play at that game. "
I swallowed past the pain my throat before glancing around the basement. Panic gripped my chest. "Where's Poe?"Kastem padded over to a small amount of concrete rubble."I didn't think you would want him to get hurt more," John said and made a flicking motion with his fingers.A small flash of relief flared through me as the pile of rubble moved to show Poe, untouched by the fight with Louca. I struggled to stand, my body nearly refusing outright.Picking him up was difficult as I tried to use my injured hand. The burn had already blistered and broken, the wound weeping."What about your necklace?" John asked, standing over where it still lay smoking on the floor.What was I supposed to do with it now?After getting Poe settled in the crook of my arm, I walked back over to where John stood. Bending down carefully I held my good hand out over the ruined chain, trying to see if it was still as hot as the pendant. It was warm but not unb
I slept for a day and a half after we returned. Mom didn't take the news about Liam well. Who would? I still have trouble believing it myself.Avery, John, and I drove to the Reinhardt house once I was feeling better, but they wouldn't let me take a turn driving. I didn't argue.We arrived late in the afternoon, the sun highlighted the white columns on the front of the Plantation house."This is it?" Avery asked as we pulled up the long drive. "It's huge!""Nearly a hundred and fifty acres," I said.Avery parked the car and cut the engine. It didn't seem like anyone had been here since Dad and I had left, but I couldn't be sure."Ezra?"I looked down at the fresh pine box I held in my lap, pain as fresh as the wood gripped my chest. "Follow me," I said and climbed out of the car.I led the others around the house and
EZRAI stared out the window, taking in the pre-dawn light as the smell of coffee brewing grew stronger. There was a slight chill in the air, just enough to remind me that fall wasn't too far away. Hopefully, it wouldn't get too cold this winter. I wasn't so sure the heat would work without burning down the house.Taking in the dark aroma of coffee, I fought to keep it from turning into a sigh. John was already out in the garden, his thin frame hunched over working with the plants.After what happened in the warehouse with his father, and Nathan at the Ackland manor, he and I agreed that going back to his family was a bad idea. The Witches didn't handle betrayal well, and I didn't want to see what they'd do to John. But in the past few months that he had been staying with Avery and me, I'd noticed a change in him that certainly wasn't for the better.He was quieter and spent most of his time alone working outside around the house. The most s
EZRASitting on the window seat in Poe's office, I spent most of my afternoons thinking. I didn't really know what we were supposed to do next. I'd put the call out to the lost children, but all I could do now was wait. Would they answer the blood call, not knowing what it was? Or what it meant?I closed the book I wasn't reading and set it down. Who was I kidding? Even if they came, what made me their leader? The jackpot of genetics?Rubbing at the scar on my hand, I looked out through the window to the forest. Poe would have known what I needed to do, but all I had left of him were the journals he'd kept when he was Head of the Reinhardt family.While there was wisdom there, it didn't really apply to what I was facing now. I still had a lot to learn, and I knew that Dad and even Avery, who'd been working under her father for a year before he'd passed away, were here to help me. But the more I read the journals, the more it se
JOHNI sat on the covered porch, waiting for the rain to pass, thinking about the last time I'd seen it rain this hard.The smell of coffee filled the air as I stood in line at the local brew shop with Frankie, my older sister. She was my closest sibling, but that may have had something to do with the fact that she'd practically raised me."I don't get why they're so hard on me," I complained. "Mom has you to follow her in Air, and Dad has Chelle and Tasha as Fire elementals. Why are they so bent on me being a part of this?"Frankie wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It's because you're the youngest and the only boy. They want to make sure you're included, and as different as you are, they're trying to find some way to connect with you."Terror filled me and I turned sharply to her. "You don't think they know-"She smiled sadly. "As often as they ask me if you've mentioned hanging out with any girls recently, I'
JOHNEasing myself down onto my air mattress, I stared at the ceiling. What would Frankie do? What would she say to me right now?She'd have some freakishly supportive and sweet encouragement, but for the life of me, I was having trouble remembering what her voice sounded like.I reached over and grabbed my phone from the stack of books I used as a nightstand. I powered it on and opened the photos app, flipping through until I came to the one of me and Frankie at her birthday dinner. We'd gone out with Mom and our sisters, but Dad couldn't make it, as usual. Frankie had pulled her highlighted hair back into a cute braid that was nearly impossible to do without a touch of air magic. She was always so fashionable.My fingers itched to call her, my heart aching for a chance to hear her voice. Frankie had been my rock, my anchor through all the rough patches with my parents, all the times D
JOHNIt was quiet in the car. Hunter seemed deep in thought. I wrestled with what I should say to break the silence, or if I should even break it in the first place. Hunter spared me the trouble."Ezra explained it to me," he said. "About the witches and how you had saved his life."I glanced at him briefly before turning my attention back to the road. "Yeah?""I can't say I understand it all or any of it for that matter," Hunter continued. "But what I do understand is that you're a good guy."I ignored the hot feeling coming from my ears. In the long run, it shouldn't matter what he thought of me, but somehow it did."So, where do you want me to drop you off?" I asked, changing the subject. I looked at him, and just caught the hint of a smile as he turned back to face the window."The Arboretum on the north side of town; my dad is a botanist there. He helps maintain the greenhouses, but his t