Chapters (78)
- Also by Rachel Hawkins
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Contents
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 36
- Acknowledgments
“The gentleman tonight was one of your own townsfolk, temporarily magicked into service. As for the rest, my affairs are none of your concern. My point is this, Miss Price. David is an Oracle. He can never not be an Oracle. Perhaps your friendship has kept him more... average for the time being. But you’ll never be able to keep him from becoming what he is. A being whose sole purpose is to tell the future.”
I had the sleeves of my cardigan tugged over my hands, and I suddenly pushed them back with disgust. I was not going to be a sleeve-pulling weirdo. Sitting up straighter, I pushed my hair back over my shoulders and faced Alexander.
“I don’t want that, though,” I told him. “I want to protect David, not some freakish thing with glowing eyes who only speaks in riddles or prophecies.”
Alexander took a deep breath, nostrils flaring slightly. The music was off now, the scent of tea still heavy in the air.
Looking in my eyes, he smiled, the first genuine smile I think I’d ever seen from him. But it was sad, and his voice was low when he said, “Miss Price, they are one and the same.”
Chapter 24
Chapter 24
“HARPER!”
Sara’s sharp tone snapped me out of my thoughts, and when I blinked at her, she made a sweeping gesture with one hand.
“It’s your turn to walk.” Clipboard propped on her hip, bright fuchsia lips clenched, Sara did not seem like my biggest fan at the moment, and I shook myself slightly, stepping forward and completing the circuit around the stage as quickly as I could.
Which was apparently not what Sara wanted, since her lips somehow got even thinner. She twirled her glossy dark hair and said, “It’s not a race, Harper. And this is Miss Pine Grove, not Cotillion. You can remove the broom handle from your backside. Walk lightly. Float.” She demonstrated, but whatever she was doing looked a lot more like prancing than walking. Still, I nodded and murmured something about doing better next time.
But that only made Sara glare and announce that the pageant was practically here. “There are hardly any next times left, Harper!” she all but shrieked, and I had a sudden, satisfying vision of using my Paladin powers to boot her perky little butt all the way to the back of the auditorium.