shivered. “Do you think it’s gone forever?”
“No.” The certainty in his voice made me feel a bit better. “Del’s talent is rare. I’ve never heard of a supernatural doing that before. If she can do that, anything is possible. Which means getting your magic back is possible.”
I hoped he was right. I’d wanted answers so badly, but now that I was getting them, I didn’t like what I was learning.
CHAPTER SIX
I spent the remainder of the plane ride resting, the locket gripped in my fist. It’d be less weird to wear it around my neck, but for some reason, holding it in my hand was more comfortable.
By the time we landed on the tiny airstrip at Inismor, my headache had dissipated entirely. Whatever Aidan had given me for it had been strong.
The wind was brisk and the night dark when we climbed down the steps from the plane. Moonlight shined on the land, revealing fields bisected by low stone walls. No mountains on Inismor and hardly any trees—this island was just a flat stretch of rock that jutted out from the sea.
On the tarmac, which was little more than a narrow paved road with nothing but us and the plane, Aidan glanced at his watch. “It’s after ten.”
“Where’s the car?” I asked, then laughed. “Wow, I’ve really gotten used to traveling with you, haven’t I?”
“What do you mean?”
“Normally, I’d get off the plane with all the other plebeians and shuffle my way to the bus stop or car rental desk. I’ve only been traveling with you for a little over a month, and I’m already used to seeing a luxury vehicle waiting for me when I disembark.”
He grinned. “Inismor doesn’t have any of those. And transportation is coming.”
“Well, good, because I’m spoiled and expect only the best.” I was joking, but Aidan’s nod looked serious.
I was about to tell him that I’d need to call Del and Nix to tell them what I’d learned when the clip-clop of horse’s hooves on pavement sounded. I turned to see two big horses each pulling an open wagon.
My friend were sitting in the backs of the wagons—Del, Nix, Connor, and Claire. My heart leapt, but it was followed quickly by worry. The traps pulled to a stop in front of us.
“What are you guys doing here?” I asked Del and Nix. “You’re supposed to be in Magic’s Bend.”
Del hiked her thumb at Aidan. “He called us.” Said your concealment charm is really going to shit and you needed backup.”
Worry gnawed in my chest. “But you’re at risk now.”
“We were always at risk,” Nix said. “As long as Victor Orriodor is alive.”
“Maybe so.” I pointed at Connor and Claire, our two friends who owned Potions & Pastilles, followed her. “But they weren’t.”
“You think we’d leave you hanging?” Connor asked. His dark hair flopped over his brow, and his black band t-shirt blended with the night.
“We’ve had this talk before,” Claire said as she shoved her long brown hair back from her face. She was wearing black like her brother, but it was all leather. She’d come dressed in her best demon-hunting wear. “So don’t be dense. We have your back.”
I smiled. “Thanks, guys. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Demons could pop out of the air at any second and try to off you,” Claire said. “We need to be here to kick their asses.”
“Thanks.” I hugged each of them fiercely. Except for Connor, who had a full satchel hanging at his side. That would be full of potion bombs, and I didn’t want to jostle it. Him, I hugged lightly.
“So you’ve found your childhood home?” Nix asked. There was joy in her voice, but also the slightest tinge of envy. I didn’t blame her. I’d feel it, too, in her position. None of us liked not knowing our histories.
“In theory,” I said. “We know it should be, at least.”
“Then lead on.” Del gestured to the wagons.
“This is our transportation?” I asked.
“Pony traps,” Aidan said. “Inismor only has a
“No.” The certainty in his voice made me feel a bit better. “Del’s talent is rare. I’ve never heard of a supernatural doing that before. If she can do that, anything is possible. Which means getting your magic back is possible.”
I hoped he was right. I’d wanted answers so badly, but now that I was getting them, I didn’t like what I was learning.
CHAPTER SIX
I spent the remainder of the plane ride resting, the locket gripped in my fist. It’d be less weird to wear it around my neck, but for some reason, holding it in my hand was more comfortable.
By the time we landed on the tiny airstrip at Inismor, my headache had dissipated entirely. Whatever Aidan had given me for it had been strong.
The wind was brisk and the night dark when we climbed down the steps from the plane. Moonlight shined on the land, revealing fields bisected by low stone walls. No mountains on Inismor and hardly any trees—this island was just a flat stretch of rock that jutted out from the sea.
On the tarmac, which was little more than a narrow paved road with nothing but us and the plane, Aidan glanced at his watch. “It’s after ten.”
“Where’s the car?” I asked, then laughed. “Wow, I’ve really gotten used to traveling with you, haven’t I?”
“What do you mean?”
“Normally, I’d get off the plane with all the other plebeians and shuffle my way to the bus stop or car rental desk. I’ve only been traveling with you for a little over a month, and I’m already used to seeing a luxury vehicle waiting for me when I disembark.”
He grinned. “Inismor doesn’t have any of those. And transportation is coming.”
“Well, good, because I’m spoiled and expect only the best.” I was joking, but Aidan’s nod looked serious.
I was about to tell him that I’d need to call Del and Nix to tell them what I’d learned when the clip-clop of horse’s hooves on pavement sounded. I turned to see two big horses each pulling an open wagon.
My friend were sitting in the backs of the wagons—Del, Nix, Connor, and Claire. My heart leapt, but it was followed quickly by worry. The traps pulled to a stop in front of us.
“What are you guys doing here?” I asked Del and Nix. “You’re supposed to be in Magic’s Bend.”
Del hiked her thumb at Aidan. “He called us.” Said your concealment charm is really going to shit and you needed backup.”
Worry gnawed in my chest. “But you’re at risk now.”
“We were always at risk,” Nix said. “As long as Victor Orriodor is alive.”
“Maybe so.” I pointed at Connor and Claire, our two friends who owned Potions & Pastilles, followed her. “But they weren’t.”
“You think we’d leave you hanging?” Connor asked. His dark hair flopped over his brow, and his black band t-shirt blended with the night.
“We’ve had this talk before,” Claire said as she shoved her long brown hair back from her face. She was wearing black like her brother, but it was all leather. She’d come dressed in her best demon-hunting wear. “So don’t be dense. We have your back.”
I smiled. “Thanks, guys. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Demons could pop out of the air at any second and try to off you,” Claire said. “We need to be here to kick their asses.”
“Thanks.” I hugged each of them fiercely. Except for Connor, who had a full satchel hanging at his side. That would be full of potion bombs, and I didn’t want to jostle it. Him, I hugged lightly.
“So you’ve found your childhood home?” Nix asked. There was joy in her voice, but also the slightest tinge of envy. I didn’t blame her. I’d feel it, too, in her position. None of us liked not knowing our histories.
“In theory,” I said. “We know it should be, at least.”
“Then lead on.” Del gestured to the wagons.
“This is our transportation?” I asked.
“Pony traps,” Aidan said. “Inismor only has a
Similar Books
