can.â
That wasnât what I wanted to hear.
Maybe one of my books was hiding a spell that could help. It was a long shot, but worth a try.
I started to leave, and Elsa called out to me. âWhere are you going?â
âTo figure something out. I canât sit here and watch him die.â I strode down the stairs, and headed for the dorms.
Between the books Iâd dug out of the library and the magic books Claudia had given me what seemed like ages ago, there had to be a few passages on demonic possession. I was ready to read every line if there was the smallest chance I could help Raphael.
***
The squeak of my highlighter against the page was the only noise in my room. Dastien had stopped by at lunchtime with sandwiches and snacks before heading back to the gym. Heâd promised some people that heâd spar. Heâd wanted me to go with him, but I was too busy to get my ass kicked again.
My eyes were burning as I switched books for the billionth time. All the ones Iâd read so far had steered clear of any mention of demons or black magic. I needed more, but short of going back to the compound, that wasnât happening.
I had no way to help Raphael. No way to defend us against the demons that Luciana would conjure.
Fear made my pulse race, but I pushed that thought away. I had to focus on one problem at a time. The most immediate one was Raphael.
My best idea so far was somehow shipping him down to Peru. At least then heâd be with Claudia when she found the cure, and she wouldnât lose a day of travel getting back to Texas.
But that was only saving her a day.
I was digging into a potion-making book when a ringing sound made me jump. It surprised me so much that it took a second to realize it was just my cell phone.
Yet another reminder how far Iâve come from normal.
Since Iâd moved to St. Ailbeâs, I seldom carried it on me. Who was going to call? Axel was busy being all collegiate. My parents stopped by sometimes, but weâd settled into a rhythm. They knew where I was, and that Iâd call if something came up. In turn, family barbecues with Dastien and the gang were mandatory on Sunday afternoons. It must cost a small fortune to feed all of us once a week, but they did it without complaint.
I reached to my bedside table and picked up my phone, but the number showed as unavailable. I wouldnât usually answer, but with everything going on⦠It was better not to risk missing something important.
âHello,â I said, more like a question than a statement.
âItâs Claudia.â
I sat up quickly. âIs everything okay?â
âYeah. Iâm fine. I think.â She paused, and I let out a breath of relief. Even if the âI thinkâ was a little vague for my liking. âThatâs not why Iâm calling. You remember the guy Iâm engaged to?â
I sure did. I clicked my highlighter shut as I grinned at the memory. When she first told me about him, sheâd actually used a curse word. Very out of character for her. âThe douchebag you told off the other night. Yeah, I remember. Why?â
âHeâs here.â Her voice was soft as she said it, but the implicationsâ¦
âHeâs what?â I wasnât smiling anymore. âPlease, tell me thatâs a coincidence.â
âIâm sorry. Luciana told him I was coming, and he managed to beat me here all the way from New York.â
âMore direct flights,â I murmured. And holy shit . This was bad. If Luciana knew what we were up to, then⦠God, I didnât even want to think about what that could mean.
My mind went to Joseph, Imogene, and Shannon. They couldnât have, thoughâ¦
No. They could. I just didnât want to believe they would . âOkay. So, what do you think? Is it a wash? Should you come home? We can figure something else out. Do some more digging in the library. Iâm sure if we put