to hear things for
myself. “I’m stil up for it.”
“Then I’l come here tonight after everyone’s
asleep.” He started for the door.
A thought popped inside my head. “Wait a sec.”
He turned around. “What’s up?”
“Why do you think Stephan wants the star’s
power?”
“I don’t know…But if Stephan wants it, and he’s
working with the Death Walkers…” He trailed off,
worry slipping onto his face. “Wel , if our plan does
work out, and we find out your mother’s alive maybe
she’l have some of the answers to what the heck is
going on.”
***
After I’d changed into the most decent clothes I
could find—a pair of shorts and a purple tank top—
and pul ed my long brown hair into a ponytail, I went
downstairs. It took me a little bit to find the kitchen,
which was a dimly lit room that had blue and black
striped wal s, black countertops, and indigo tiled
flooring. Everyone was there by the time I entered.
Alex and Aislin were sitting at a smal oval table in the
corner of the room, and Adessa and Laylen were over
by the counter. Adessa was stirring something in a
steaming pot on top of the stove.
Aislin’s bright green eyes lit up when she saw me.
She looked like her normal, perfect self. Her golden
blonde hair was curled up; a pair of diamond earrings
twinkled in each one of her ear lobes. She had on a
lacy pink tank top and her smile was as bright as
ever. “Oh my God. It’s so good to see you awake,
instead of unconscious.”
“I already told you she’d woken up.” Alex rol ed his
eyes and shook his head. “I don’t know why you’re
getting al excited about it.”
“Because she’s awake, Alex.” Aislin gave him a
firm look. “Need I remind you that for awhile we
thought she wasn’t ever going to wake up.”
If looks could kil , Aislin would have been dead by
the invisible daggers shooting from Alex’s bright
green eyes. I don’t know why he was getting mad at
her, though. I’d already thought I was dead when I’d
been trapped back in the black emptiness.
They continued to scowl at each other as I sat down
in an empty chair at the table. They eventual y stopped
having their little stare down when Adessa came over
and placed what looked like a pot of chicken noodle
soup down on the table, her metal bangle bracelets
clinking together as she moved her hands away. Like
Aislin, Adessa is a witch, so I wasn’t going to
automatical y assume what was in that pot was food.
My knowledge about witches was limited, so whether
or not they brewed pots of potions was beyond me.
But in this new world I’d been thrust into only a few
days ago, I was never going to assume things again.
Or at least try not to.
Adessa’s golden-cat eyes landed on me, and she
gave me a welcoming smile. “Hel o, Gemma.”
I forced a smal smile, just so I wouldn’t seem rude.
“Hey.”
She smiled again, tucking a strand of her black
wavy hair behind her ear, and then went back over to
the stove.
Aislin grabbed the spoon in the pot, and began
stirring it until Adessa took a seat at the table. Laylen
did as wel , carrying a stack of bowls in his hands. As
I glanced around at the five of us, I couldn’t help but
think how strange this was. And I wasn’t just saying
strange because I was sitting at the table with two
witches, a vampire, and a Keeper, but because I was
sitting at a table, getting ready to eat. Something I’d
never done before in my life.
“So who’s hungry?” Adessa asked, taking a bowl
and scooping some—hopeful y—chicken noodle
soup into it. When no one answered, she set the bowl
down in front of Alex, who slid it in front of me.
“Ladies first,” he said with a charming smile.
How gentleman-like of him, which made it al the
weirder.
“Thanks,” I muttered. I stared down at the bowl of
hot soup, watching the steam rise up as I thought of
my mother and how, in just a few short hours, I might
find out that