Say the spell,
I ordered.
Now!
With a nod of her head, Adessa s lips parted.
Liberare vos ligaveris!
Then we watched as the mark slithered away, off Tesha s arm and onto the ground, like a snake. Even though I had seen it before, it still got to me; the way the mark kept going, toward the entrance of the casino, as if going to seek another.
I was on my feet before the next breath left my lungs and I stomped on the snake over and over again until it was smashed into the ground.
Well,
I said.
I think I just figure out how Aislin and Laylen were marked.
But Adessa wasn t listening as she seized Tesha in her arms.
I m so sorry.
Tears poured down Tesha s cheeks.
It s not your fault,
Adessa said, smoothing Tesha s hair.
It s no one s fault.
Guilt choked at me, strangling away my oxygen. It was my fault.
Adessa helps Tesha to her feet.
And who s this little warrior?
Tesha asked, wiping tears from her eyes.
Aislin gave her the quick details of who I was and what I could do. Although, there wasn t any mention of the star. But I d be surprised if they didn t know. Word had spread that the girl with the violet eyes was the one.
We Foresaw back to Adessa s house, Tesha awing over my gift. We crowded around the couch, waiting for Aislin to make her grand entrance. The tick of the clock was driving me mad, along with everyone s restlessness.
Where the heck did she go?
I muttered, tapping my foot against the floor, anxious to get this over with and make the lives of at least two people right again.
Maybe I should
But then she appeared like a ghost, only she wasn t a ghost. She was a very powerful witch that wanted to hurt me, her green eyes glowering with murder. And she wasn t alone.
Remember these,
Aislin sneered, jerking at the chains of a woman wearing a leather dress. Her black hair waved to the bottom of her back and her laced-up leather heeled boots clicked across the floor. The recognition in grey eyes told me she was the same Black Angel from the Black Dungeon.
She snapped out her wings, like a giant crow, ready to eat me alive. Aislin started to laugh hysterically, and I was beginning to wonder if an evil Aislin meant a crazy Aislin.
The Black Angel strolled toward me, her wings so wide they knocked things from the shelves, sending glass shattering to the floor.
Take care of Aislin,
I shouted to Tesha and Adessa.
I ll handle this.
But my head laughed at me, because I had no clue how to kill one of these things. The only thing I knew about them was a) whoever freed them from their cage become one b) they were angels from hell and c) they liked to wear a lot of leather.
I tried not to look her directly in the eyes as I circled her. She turned, following me with her gaze, her lips snarling. I dared a glance at Aislin and was relieved to see Adessa was making the cut, while Tesha pinned Aislin down and covered her mouth. I kept moving, wanting to distract the Black Angel so that Adessa could complete that spell and get the mark of Aislin.
But then she began to flap her wings and it was like a wind storm had blown through the room. I blinked, shielding my eyes from the flying glass and papers. The Black Angel growled and all my attention focused to her. It was like I was paralyzed, a helpless victim, as she sauntered toward me, grey eyes desperate to be free from the chains. My hands raised on their own, bounded by invisible strings the Angel controlled. I reached for the cuffs trapping her wrists and making her a prisoner, and with the strength of a Keeper, I broke her free. The metal fell to the floor and the Black Angel shrieked with freedom. A loud boom reverberated through the house and the ceiling began to collapse.
I hit the floor, flat on my stomach, searching through the fallen debris. Finally, the air settled and I dusted myself off and got to my feet. I blinked at Aislin, Adessa, and Tesha, all their eyes filled with fear.
But I was glad for the fear in Aislin s eyes, because it meant she was back.
What was that?
I asked, picking a piece of ceiling out of my hair.
Gem-ma,
Aislin stuttered, which was weird because Aislin never stuttered. Then she lifted her hand, pointing her finger to the side of me. Instinctively, I jumped, discovering an unknown woman close. She nipped her teeth and then grinned.
See you in hell.
She winked. Then with a puff of smoke, she was gone.
As the wheels clicked in my head, I glanced down at my arms. The first thing I saw was the same set of black symbols that traced Laylen s arm the Mark of Immortality. Then I inched my hand behind me, touching the softness of the feathers.
Oh my God.
My hand dropped.
I have wings.
Chapter 21
(Alex)
It was going to cost me. A lot. More than my life. More than a year working for Draven. The damn Banshee wanted my soul and she d led me out here thinking she could trick me into giving it to her. Apparently when someone sacrificed their own life, their soul was worth more. So if Gemma or I had drunk the poison she sent us to collect, our soul would belong to her and give her more power.
It was always about power
What the Banshee didn t realize was that my soul belonged to someone else. It was something Gemma still didn t understand that no one understood. My soul belonged to her. And I wasn t speaking in an I love you kind of way. I d actually given her some of my soul. When we d made the forever blood promise, cutting our hands and uttering the forever words, it had been sealed by more than our blood. It had been sealed by our souls.
The night I d wandered over to her house, the day when her emotions revived, I d had a hunch that something might happen. I was still brainwashed by my father, but all that time away from her finally took me over. And I knew I had to see her. I d made sure to keep my distance, staying in the shadows, watching her through her bedroom window. She seemed lost, like she didn t know what to do with herself, and my heart ached to go save her.
But my mind told me to leave.
As I d started to go, I felt the strangest thing, like I was leaving my body, yet I still stayed on the ground. I clutched onto the fence, gripping so tight it cut into my hands. I couldn t breathe. I couldn t move. And then I saw Gemma at the window, staring at me as my soul reconnected with hers.
It wasn t the electricity that had done it. It was my soul breathing back life into its other half. Which might be why we had to die together.
I ran home after that and never said a word to my father. He d have killed me if I did. But I heard about it. Sophia had kept this list and she would keep track of every time she performed the Unus quisnam aufero animus soul detachment on Gemma. I guess her soul had been a tough one and kept trying to revive itself. But the last and final time it was preformed was right after I d showed up.
February 8th. The very day our souls rejoined.
My father came in raging, saying Sophia had tried to detach it again, but this time it was sticking. Then he forced me, like a puppet, to go to school and poke my nose around and find out what I could. But I was warned not to get close to her.
The sucky thing was I didn t even put up a fight.
That s why I couldn t make the deal with the Banshee woman. But it didn t mean I was going to give up.
I rounded the corner of the house, heading back to check if Laylen had run off. I wasn t sure how I was going to get out of Iceland. I couldn t fly since I didn t have my passport. If all else failed, I would just have to track down a witch. I ducked behind the house and peeked underneath the tarp. He was still there, drooling all over himself.
What am I supposed to do with you?
I said to myself.
I d just leave you here, but I m pretty sure Gemma would kill me.
I can fix him.
I whirled, my knife out of my pocket before she could even work up a flinch.
Where is she?
My sister threw her hands in the air.
She s fine. I m fine.
She rolled up her sleeves and the mark was no longer on her arm.
So Gemma kicked your ass.
I grinned.
She glared, but then shook her head.
We need to go.
I nodded my head at the wood pile.
You want to take care of him first.
Oh, yeah.
She seemed a little out of it, even for her, blinking confusedly. She rushed over to Laylen, giving a sad sigh as she worked her magic on him. Moments later, there was this strange snake thing moving toward me.
Step on it!
she cried.
I stomped on it hard.
What was that thing?
That was the mark.
She stood, dusting her hands.
And apparently, it doesn t die when it s removed.
I lifted the bottom of my shoe, pulling a face at the black goo.
So that s how you guys went craz & how you got the mark.
She scowled.
Yeah, from now on, they need to be stomped on.
Laylen woke up, confused and grabbing his head.
What happened? And why does it feel like someone punched me.
No one punched you.
I helped him to his feet.
I hit you in the head with a shovel.
He blinked, dazed, and I decided not to mention he d bit Gemma because his own guilt would be more than enough.
So where are we going?
I asked Aislin.
Back to the house?
She glanced around nervously.
We re going to Adessa s.
That s where you ended up?
I cocked an eyebrow.
Why?
It was Gemma,
she replied, brushing the snow off Laylen s back.
And it s a good thing she did because it was Adessa who got the mark off me.
We huddled together, preparing to go to Vegas.
But I have to warn you,
she said.
You might want to prepare yourself.
I didn t have time to ask her why as she transported us away.
Chapter 22
(Gemma)
When I saw them, I took cover behind one of the purple velvet sofas.
What the hell is that?
Alex asked in disgust and I wanted to cry, but at the same time kick him for being so judgmental.
Gemma.
Aislin s voice was gentle.
You can come out. I promise you re okay.
Yeah, easy for her to say. She wasn t the one with wings very heavy wings sprouting out of her back.
I d rather not,
I called over the sofa, wishing I could curl up in a tiny ball.