“Who’s Luna?” I held up my hands. “Wait. Let me guess. She’s queen of the faerie realm.”
“Empress,” Aislin said like it meant something different. She erased a smudge of dirt off her cheek. “And she’s not very nice either.”
“So what?” Alex s face heated with anger. “You’re just supposed to free her. That sounds like a stupid idea.”
She shrugged. “It was the only way they d let Aleesa stay there unharmed.”
“You should have brought her back here then,” Alex said.
“It was too late,” she replied. “Once I was there, there was no turning back. Look, let’s worry about that later. She’s safe and I’ll figure out a way around it after we fix the bigger problems.
Her eyes landed on my wings.”
“Is it just me,” Laylen said, patting my shoulder. “Or does disaster seem to be drawn to us.”
“It s not just you.” I sighed. “But Aislin’s right. We have other things to fix first.” Alex rubbed his temples tensely. “Alright, let’s go then. I want to get this taken care of.”
“So where are we meeting?” I moved to the other side of the small hideout. “Back here?” He shook his head. “No, at your house. There’s something I need from there anyway.” Then he stuck out his hand. “Can I borrow your ring?”
I glanced at the purple-gemmed ring. “Why do you need it?”
“I promise I’ll give it back,” he said, insistent.
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other again we’d have fewer problems instead of more.
After Aislin dropped Laylen and Alex off at my house, we transported over to a Black Magic store called The Evil Side, which I thought was a lovely name. It looked just like one would imagine an evil magic. The windows were tinted with grime and the door had a sinister looking serpent on it. The roof shingles were rotting, the wood paneling peeling away.
“Ready for this?” Aislin asked, starting across the parking lot.
I pulled her back, my gaze glued to the store. “I think we should have a game plan, just in case.”
“We already have one you. Black Magic witches worship you. You re like their God… or Goddess.”
“Still, I’d feel better… I mean, I can already sense the praesidium inside.”
“Okay.” She swept her hair out of her face. “We’ll make sure to stay by each other at all times and if all else fails I’ll transport us out of there.” She grinned. “Because I can now do that, no assistance need.”
I nodded warily and doing what I was supposed to, I stayed close to her as we headed across the parking lot and into the store. A bell dinged as we entered, the door swinging shut behind us. The air stunk of burnt herbs, smoke, and something else I couldn’t place and wasn’t sure I wanted to place. The items littering the room made me want to stay in the dark with the inner workings of the Black Magic World. There were rows and rows of jars, filled with yellow liquid and parts that looked like they belonged buried. The statues on the shelves were twisted and torturous and the walls were black, the floor a blood red.
“Can I help you?” A tall witch, with golden eyes and hair as pale as snow, appeared in front of us. She looked us over, taking in my wings, then bowed her head. “We’re so honored to have a Black Angel in our store. How can I assist you?”
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Aislin shoved a list at her. “We need everything on this.” The witch ignored her, fascinated with me. “Is that why you’ve come to collect the items from this list?”
Yeah, “I said self-consciously.” Can you help us?
She nodded, excited I spoke to her. She snatched the list and scurried off to gather the items.
Another witch entered from the back doorway, her hair as orange as fire. They exchanged whispers and then the orange-haired one greeted me.
“It’s a pleasure to have you in my store.” She curtsied. “I’m Catalina and if you need anything at all, just let me know.”
“Okay.” I said and then she frowned, her eyes snapping cold.
“She hasn’t even transitioned yet.” Then she stormed for the other witch. “That’s not a Black Angel, but a mere human with wings.”
If only she knew how wrong she was. Still, the pale-haired witch scampered around, collecting the items on the list. Aislin and I roamed the store, not daring to touch anything, but needing to do something else besides stand there. I stumbled across a candle, perched on a shelf, blanketed in a layer of dust. There was a rainbow of colors wrapping around the wax and up the wick. It appeared to be glowing.
“What is it?” Aislin reached for it, but I smacked her hand.
“Don’t touch it if you don’t know what it is,” I said, but couldn’t seem to take my eyes off the magnificent looking candle either. It was hypnotizing.
“It s the Power of Entrapment candle.” The paled-haired witch appeared over my shoulder.
She picked up the colorful candle. “It traps the power of a witch inside their own body, at least while the wick burns.”
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“What about other kinds of power?” My hands trembled as I touched the candle. “Does it trap them too? Or is it just for witches.”
She shrugged. “I guess it might, but what other power are you talking about?” I shrugged and then Aislin and I traded looks, thinking the same thing.
“How much is it?” Aislin asked, reaching to unzip her purse.
“Oh, it s only for trade,” she replied. “Catalina only makes trades for things as powerful as this, and it has to be a good trade.”
“And I’m positive you two have nothing I want,” Catalina barked from behind the glass counter.
The paled-haired witch sighed. “Sorry, she lacks people skills.” Frustration burst through me like an erupting volcano. “Are you sure there isn’t anything at all we could trade for it?”
She eyed us over and I realized neither of us had anything, really. Aislin had her gloves and earrings and I had my necklace.
“Oh, that’s pretty.” Her fingers inched for the locket my mother gave me to protect me from magical harm.
I stepped back, shaking my head and my wings bumped the shelf. “Not that. Anything but that.”
“Catalina, come look at this,” she called out, eyes locked on my locket. “This one’s got sugilite on her.”
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wrapped by silver.” She glanced at the candle and then at me. “You want the candle, give me the necklace.”
“It’s just a necklace.” I clutched onto it for dear life, tugging it from her grasp.