moment to catch their breaths.
Katelyn swallowed hard. It could be heard in the silence of the interior. Her clothes had gotten more than slightly damp just going from her Beetle to Logan’s car, and Logan instantly felt bad for not stopping her sooner since they would just have to get back out again.
Katelyn broke the silence. “So what happened?” she asked, turning to face her again. “What exactly did Sam tell you?”
Logan pulled out her phone and handed it to her friend. Katelyn swiped her finger across its surface a few times, drew up the latest text messages, and stared at the screen.
“Does he really have Dominic?” she asked without looking up.
“I don’t know,” said Logan. “But when I tried to call him after I reached you, he didn’t answer.”
“How many times did you try to call him?”
Logan looked out the window. “Lots.”
“And Mr. Lehrer and Meagan?”
“Won’t answer either.”
Katelyn sighed. “Same here. I can’t get through to anyone.” She hesitated, and then began to give voice to the very same question Logan was afraid to ask out loud. “Do you think they’re….”
“No,” said Logan. Katelyn turned to look over at her.
Logan met her gaze, holding it steady. A silent understanding passed between them. They’d seen a side to the world that no living being was supposed to see, much less come to know to the degree that they had. They were learning lessons that broke them down and built them back up again as different people.
The Katelyn staring back at Logan now was a little different than the one she’d been ten days ago. And Logan was a little different too.
What they were about to do was suicidal. What they were now having to face, as friends and against impossible odds, was death itself.
If it took a bit of self-delusion for them to get through the night, then they were willing to support each other in that delusion.
Chapter Nineteen
Meagan felt the pool of magic inside of her like a swirling unrest . It was a sort of sick, tangible upheaval combined with knowledge absolute. She stared into the red glowing eyes of her two classmates and knew that if she wanted to, she could do some serious damage here. But if she did, she would be giving up something else in return, some irreplaceable part of herself. She would be changed forever.
To say nothing of what it would do to the real, human Nathan McCay and Shawn Briggs. Were the boys still in those bodies somewhere? Were they salvageable? Or had Sam destroyed them for good?
That’s not the point, Meagan , she scolded herself as she felt something like static discharge race across her fingertips. It doesn’t matter. Killing is not your job. It’s Sam’s. He’s the Lord of the Dead . Samhain was the one who spirited souls away from the world and ushered them into his own. He’d proven that point several times over since he’d come through October’s door.
Meagan resisted the urge to pat the inner pocket of her jacket, where the metal vial containing Logan’s protection spell was hidden away. As long as Logan lived, they stood a chance. Even if everyone else was killed, there was the slightest possibility that if Logan could somehow defeat Sam before the second full moon, they would all come back to life. It had happened once before. It could happen again.
She just needed to keep that flask safe and out of Sam’s hands.
“Sounds good to me. I never did like history,” said Shawn as he agreed with Nathan’s idea to kill Mr. Lehrer and leave Meagan alive.
Meagan realized offhandedly that she actually sort of felt… flattered . It was untimely to say the least, and it probably meant she was certifiable, but there it was. Shawn Briggs had written a song about her? When had that happened? She’d definitely lusted after him a time or two. He had that dark hair, dark eyes appeal that touched a girl somewhere deep down. He was smart, talented, and well traveled. His parents had moved a lot. As a
Katelyn swallowed hard. It could be heard in the silence of the interior. Her clothes had gotten more than slightly damp just going from her Beetle to Logan’s car, and Logan instantly felt bad for not stopping her sooner since they would just have to get back out again.
Katelyn broke the silence. “So what happened?” she asked, turning to face her again. “What exactly did Sam tell you?”
Logan pulled out her phone and handed it to her friend. Katelyn swiped her finger across its surface a few times, drew up the latest text messages, and stared at the screen.
“Does he really have Dominic?” she asked without looking up.
“I don’t know,” said Logan. “But when I tried to call him after I reached you, he didn’t answer.”
“How many times did you try to call him?”
Logan looked out the window. “Lots.”
“And Mr. Lehrer and Meagan?”
“Won’t answer either.”
Katelyn sighed. “Same here. I can’t get through to anyone.” She hesitated, and then began to give voice to the very same question Logan was afraid to ask out loud. “Do you think they’re….”
“No,” said Logan. Katelyn turned to look over at her.
Logan met her gaze, holding it steady. A silent understanding passed between them. They’d seen a side to the world that no living being was supposed to see, much less come to know to the degree that they had. They were learning lessons that broke them down and built them back up again as different people.
The Katelyn staring back at Logan now was a little different than the one she’d been ten days ago. And Logan was a little different too.
What they were about to do was suicidal. What they were now having to face, as friends and against impossible odds, was death itself.
If it took a bit of self-delusion for them to get through the night, then they were willing to support each other in that delusion.
Chapter Nineteen
Meagan felt the pool of magic inside of her like a swirling unrest . It was a sort of sick, tangible upheaval combined with knowledge absolute. She stared into the red glowing eyes of her two classmates and knew that if she wanted to, she could do some serious damage here. But if she did, she would be giving up something else in return, some irreplaceable part of herself. She would be changed forever.
To say nothing of what it would do to the real, human Nathan McCay and Shawn Briggs. Were the boys still in those bodies somewhere? Were they salvageable? Or had Sam destroyed them for good?
That’s not the point, Meagan , she scolded herself as she felt something like static discharge race across her fingertips. It doesn’t matter. Killing is not your job. It’s Sam’s. He’s the Lord of the Dead . Samhain was the one who spirited souls away from the world and ushered them into his own. He’d proven that point several times over since he’d come through October’s door.
Meagan resisted the urge to pat the inner pocket of her jacket, where the metal vial containing Logan’s protection spell was hidden away. As long as Logan lived, they stood a chance. Even if everyone else was killed, there was the slightest possibility that if Logan could somehow defeat Sam before the second full moon, they would all come back to life. It had happened once before. It could happen again.
She just needed to keep that flask safe and out of Sam’s hands.
“Sounds good to me. I never did like history,” said Shawn as he agreed with Nathan’s idea to kill Mr. Lehrer and leave Meagan alive.
Meagan realized offhandedly that she actually sort of felt… flattered . It was untimely to say the least, and it probably meant she was certifiable, but there it was. Shawn Briggs had written a song about her? When had that happened? She’d definitely lusted after him a time or two. He had that dark hair, dark eyes appeal that touched a girl somewhere deep down. He was smart, talented, and well traveled. His parents had moved a lot. As a
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