February 8th. The very day our souls rejoined.
My father came in raging, saying Sophia had tried to detach it again, but this time it was sticking. Then he forced me, like a puppet, to go to school and poke my nose around and find out what I could. But I was warned not to get close to her.
The sucky thing was I didn’t even put up a fight.
That’s why I couldn’t make the deal with the Banshee woman. But it didn’t mean I was going to give up.
I rounded the corner of the house, heading back to check if Laylen had run off. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get out of Iceland. I couldn’t fly since I didn’t have my passport. If all else failed, I would just have to track down a witch. I ducked behind the house and peeked underneath the tarp. He was still there, drooling all over himself.
“What am I supposed to do with you?” I said to myself. “I’d just leave you here, but I’m pretty sure Gemma would kill me.”
“I can fix him.”
I whirled, my knife out of my pocket before she could even work up a flinch. “Where is she?” My sister threw her hands in the air. “She’s fine. I’m fine.” She rolled up her sleeves and the mark was no longer on her arm.
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“So Gemma kicked your ass.” I grinned.
She glared, but then shook her head. “We need to go.”
I nodded my head at the wood pile. “You want to take care of him first.”
“Oh, yeah.” She seemed a little out of it, even for her, blinking confusedly. She rushed over to Laylen, giving a sad sigh as she worked her magic on him. Moments later, there was this strange snake thing moving toward me.
“Step on it!” she cried.
I stomped on it hard. “What was that thing?”
“That was the mark.” She stood, dusting her hands. “And apparently, it doesn’t die when it’s removed.”
I lifted the bottom of my shoe, pulling a face at the black goo. “So that’s how you guys went craz… how you got the mark.”
She scowled. “Yeah, from now on, they need to be stomped on.” Laylen woke up, confused and grabbing his head. “What happened? And why does it feel like someone punched me.”
“No one punched you.” I helped him to his feet. “I hit you in the head with a shovel.” He blinked, dazed, and I decided not to mention he’d bit Gemma because his own guilt would be more than enough.
“So where are we going?” I asked Aislin. “Back to the house?” She glanced around nervously. “We’re going to Adessa’s.”
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“That’s where you ended up?” I cocked an eyebrow. “Why?”
“It was Gemma,” she replied, brushing the snow off Laylen’s back. “And it s a good thing she did because it was Adessa who got the mark off me.”
We huddled together, preparing to go to Vegas.
“But I have to warn you,” she said. “You might want to prepare yourself.” I didn’t have time to ask her why as she transported us away.
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Chapter 22
(Gemma)
When I saw them, I took cover behind one of the purple velvet sofas.
“What the hell is that?” Alex asked in disgust and I wanted to cry, but at the same time kick him for being so judgmental.
“Gemma.” Aislin’s voice was gentle. “You can come out. I promise you re okay.” Yeah, easy for her to say. She wasn’t the one with wings, very heavy wings sprouting out of her back.
“I’d rather not,” I called over the sofa, wishing I could curl up in a tiny ball.
“I don’t understand,” Laylen said. “What is that thing?”
Well, at least he was back to his old self.
“They can see your wings,” Aislin called out. “They’re sticking up behind the couch.”
“Wings!”
“Wings?”
I sighed, rising to my feet. I felt like an animal in a zoo, their wide eyes on me, making me feel ashamed. It was bad enough I had wings coming out of my back, but somehow, I also ended up in the Black Angel’s clothes. I had a dress on that barely covered the top part of my legs, and shoes which added more height to my already ridiculous tall frame. Laylen’s blue eyes met mine, and I wanted to run up and give him a big hug because I could see he was himself again.
But I didn’t, fearing I’d freak him out.
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I avoided Alex’s eyes all together, because, let’s face it, he was definitely prejudice when it came to things that weren’t human.
“There was an accident,” I said to the wall.
“What kind of accident?” Laylen asked, astonishment in his voice.
“I did it.” Aislin started to cry. “It was my fault. I brought the Black Angel here.” I turned to her. “It’s not your fault. You weren’t yourself.” Tears flowed down her cheeks. “Yes it is.”
“It’s not your fault,” I repeated. “If it wouldn’t have been for me, the mark would have never gotten so out of control.”
But she continued to sob and I felt him move toward me, my senses drawn sharply to him, even with the wings. He didn’t say anything, only turned me to face him. I tuck my head down, mortified. But he put a finger under my chin and elevated it up, so I had to meet his eyes, which were all over me, warming my skin with embarrassment.
“You’ll be fine,” he said with a relieved sigh. “We still have time. We can still change you back.”
“But I don’t want anyone to have to take my place.” I frowned.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “We’re not going to do that. We’ll find another way to get those wings off you. But we have to hurry, before you completely transform.” I let out a breath of relief. “I thought I was going to be stuck like this forever.” He shook his head. “But we have to hurry. You’re still you right now, but you won’t be for long if we don’t move quickly.” He paused, his eyes doing a quick sweep up my body, and a dark look crossed his face. “You can keep the dress, though, if you want to.” 97
I stared at him blankly, but on the inside my heart was about to explode. “Keep looking at me like that,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady. “And you’re going to kill us both right where we stand.”
He shrugged. “I’m just saying.” He checked me over again and then turned to Aislin and Laylen. “So where s Adessa?” he asked. “We’re going to need her help.”
“She left,” Aislin said. “With her… friend. They said they were going into hiding until all this crap was over.”