Chapters (46)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
“When you went for dinner last night,” I murmured. “I thought I dreamed it.” I turned to the nurse. “What did she look like?”
“Mousy little thing.” She colored. “I shouldn’t say that. She was very sweet.”
“Did she leave a name?”
“No. She was about your age. Long dark blond hair. Turned-up nose.”
I thanked the nurse. When she left, I turned to Adam. “The new girl at the commune.”
He frowned. “I thought Leah ...”
“Killed Tiffany? She said she didn’t—and she wouldn’t bother to lie. Seems we have a witch-hunter after all. So can we leave now? Before she comes back and kills me in my sleep?”
He grabbed my shoes and jacket from the closet.
forty
forty
Getting discharged from the clinic wasn’t easy, so we took the express route ... out the nearest exit door. Jaime covered for us. I gave her my house key and said we’d meet her there tonight. An hour later, we were pulling up to the commune gates.
I let Adam help me out. When he tried putting my arm around his waist, I pushed him away.
“I’m fine,” I said.
“No, you’re barely walking.” He put his arm around me for support. “Enough with the heroics, okay? You’ve earned enough brownie points to last you a lifetime.”
My cheeks heated. I tried stepping away again, but he only tightened his grip.
“Either I help you or we go back to the hospital and get you a cane. Better yet, a walker.” He grinned at me. “Now that, I’d pay to see.”
I lifted my fingers, tips sparking.
He laughed. “You don’t scare me, Savannah Levine. You might have your spell power back, but you’re liable to keel over before you can cast.”
A figure appeared on the porch. Megan, bringing out a basket of laundry. She shaded her eyes and looked our way. A hand raised in halfhearted greeting, then she came out to meet us.
I had to remind myself I’d been gone only a day. Not long enough for people to notice I’d left, I hoped. The fewer questions I had to answer, the better.
“We’re looking for the new girl, Amy,” I said.
“That makes two of us,” Megan said.
“She’s not here, I take it,” Adam said.
“Packed and left last night. Didn’t even ask for her final wages.” She hefted the basket on her hip. “I should have notified the police. I just thought ... well, I thought with Cody dead and the murders solved, she wasn’t likely to turn up dead.”
“What the hell are you doing on my property?” boomed a voice.
We turned as Alastair strode toward us, his face red with fury. Behind him, girls watched from the house, accusing glares fixed on me.
“I cannot believe you would have the nerve to set your foot on my property after what you did.”