So what was the point in making you al freaked out and hostile? Cal gave a pointed look to the potting soil, and I rol ed my eyes. It sounds too weird. Of course, now that I knew he was an Eye, I wondered how legit that had ever been. So are we cool? Almost forgot.
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According to Mrs. Dad turned another page. Specifical y, not the whole me-making-out-in-the-cel ar-with-him part. But you also became involved with a coven of dark witches led by"-he ran his finger along the page-"ah, Elodie Parris. Miss Parris and her friends, Anna Gilroy and Chaston Burnett, murdered the other member of their coven, Hol y Mitchel , and raised a demon who just happened to be your great-grandmother, Alice Barrow.
A puckered scar ran across my palm, a souvenir of that night. Demonglass leaves quite a mark. Clearing his throat, Dad dropped the papers. Ironic considering the fact that I sent you here to be safe. You want those stories, you can read the accounts I wrote up for the Council.
Or you can talk to Mrs. No one cal s me Sophia. I asked you to come here as head of the Council so I can get my stupid powers removed. Dad studied me, but his eyes had gone cold, and his voice was stern when he said, "In that case, in my capacity as head of the Council, I reject your request to go through the Removal. Casnoff interjected.
I whirled on him. Secondly, I do understand the implications of my decision. Removing my powers wil keep me from potential y kil ing someone. Your father has never lost control of his powers. Casnoff said. More time to weigh your options might be a good thing.
I saw what she was, what she did, what she was capable of. I real y would rather die. Casnoff suddenly became fascinated by something on her desk. But Dad nodded. Their eyes met and something passed between them before Dad continued. In England? There had been three sightings of Archer in England. Dad paused, and for one awful moment I wondered if he could read minds. But he just said, "England, yes. My house, no. They have room. Dad began fishing in his coat for something, but when he pul ed out a thin brown cigarette, Mrs.
Casnoff made a disapproving cluck. He sighed and put the cigarette back. And then there was England. She seemed pretty shaken up, which was understandable, what with watching me nearly get kil ed, then having to deal with Dad.
I took a deep breath. But I want to bring Jenna. That took me by surprise, but I tried to seem nonchalant as I said, "Awesome. It was such a formal name. Cal suited him a lot better. Casnoff said, al business again.
A sense of dread slowly began creeping up my spine. There are a lot of freaky things witches and warlocks do, obviously, but the arranged marriage thing was one of the grossest. When a witch is thirteen, her parents hook her up with an available warlock, based on things like compatible powers and family al iances.
The entire thing is so eighteenth century. As I stomped across school grounds, al I could see was Cal sitting with my dad in some manly room with leather chairs and dead animals on the wal , chomping on cigars as Dad formal y signed me away to him. They probably even high-fived.
I final y found Cal in the potting shed behind the greenhouse, where our Defense classes were held. His talent for healing extended to plants, and he was running his hands over a browned and drooping azalea when I flung open the door. He squinted as a shaft of late afternoon sunlight flooded in behind me.
Cal muttered something under his breath and turned back to the plant. I stood there waiting for him to say something else, but that was apparently al Cal had to say. Before it hit, he raised his hand and the dirt froze in midair.
It hovered there for a moment before floating slowly back to the bag. As usual, he looked more like an al -American high school quarterback than a warlock.
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According to Mrs. Dad turned another page. Specifical y, not the whole me-making-out-in-the-cel ar-with-him part. But you also became involved with a coven of dark witches led by"-he ran his finger along the page-"ah, Elodie Parris. Miss Parris and her friends, Anna Gilroy and Chaston Burnett, murdered the other member of their coven, Hol y Mitchel , and raised a demon who just happened to be your great-grandmother, Alice Barrow. A puckered scar ran across my palm, a souvenir of that night.
I pretended to study the bookcase in the far corner. Dad went up in my estimation another notch. I can only think that whoever raised Nick and Daisy had similar motives. Whoever had that ritual could technical y raise a whole army of demons if they wanted to. And if Prodigium had that on their side in a war against The Eye? I fought back the image of Archer lying broken and bloody at the feet of some demon, of al that horror spil ing out into the human world as it had before. Trying to keep my voice light, I said, "Wel , waiting is lame-sauce.