“A necklace filled with sugilite! It’s a very sought after stone in the Wicca world. After all, who doesn’t want protection?”
I stared at my necklace, at the candle, and then at Catalina. The look on her face made me think this was no longer my decision. I unclamp the locket and handed it over to her greedy little witch fingers. The paled-haired witch tossed the candle at me and I hugged it to my chest, hoping it’d be worth it.
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Chapter 28
(Alex)
Iwasn’t sure if the ring would work on me or not. But I had to try because I needed to talk to him. He knew things. I knew he did. His faerie blood connected with every breed of faerie in the world, including a Banshee. Honestly, I wished I’d started with him, and then it would have saved the bargain with Draven and the waste of a trip to Iceland. But what was done was done and there was no use dwelling on the past. I had to focus on the future.
Laylen was giving off a nervous vibe as we stood in Gemma’s bedroom, where I knew the dead faerie would be, waiting for her to return.
“So what are we doing here?” Laylen looked around at the tan walls, tapping his fingers on his leg.
“Were looking for Nicholas,” I showed him the ring.
“Why?” Laylen asked, sitting down in the compute chair. “Because he seems like the last person you’d ask for help.”
“He’s got faerie blood in him.” I shoved the ring on my pinky, ignoring the fact that it was purple and obviously made for a girl. “He has to know something.”
“See anything yet?” Laylen asked after a minute of silence.
I shook my head and let out an exasperated breath. “I figured it’d only work on her, but I had to try.” I moved to take the ring off, but then I heard a voice and I paused.
“Look at you,” Nicholas’s voice swept through the room. “Trying to hunt me down for once?”
“Where are you?” I asked, knowing I had to keep my cool. At least for now.
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“I’m dead,” he replied. “So obviously, I’m a ghost, which means I’m anywhere I want to be.” I clutched my hands so tight the ring dug into my skin. “Where is she?”
“Who?” Nicholas asked. “The list of people you two are looking for is endless. I mean, there’s Jocelyn and Alana and me.”
The way he said Jocelyn’s name made me questioned if he’d done something to her. The last time Gemma saw her she was a ghost and had disappeared with Nicholas. Then only Nicholas returned, saying Jocelyn was detained.
“Where is Jocelyn?” I asked, impulsively pulling out my knife.
Laylen rose to his feet and accidently knocked a CD on the floor. “Can you see him? He’s not by me, is he?”
I held up a finger. “Not yet… but…”
“And you never will,” he said. “I have nothing to say to you. Now go away and don’t come back unless Gemma’s with you.”
“I’ll tell you what. Show yourself and I’ll make a bargain with you.” I enticed, walking a thin line, because faeries were known for their tricks. And Nicholas was full of them.
“What kind of a bargain?” He bit at the bait.
“The kind where you can live again.”
Laylen shot me a baffled look and I nodded my head as a warning.
Nicholas was quiet, but this time I could hear him breathing, considering my offer. Then soundlessly he surfaced by the paneled window, next to an oblivious Laylen.
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His eyes narrowed on me. “This better be good.”
“Oh it is, but I want your info first.” I flipped the knife in my hand, letting him know I had it.
“Starting with the location of Jocelyn.”
“You know that can’t hurt me,” he said, eyeing my knife. “I’m a ghost.”
“Well, if that s true then I guess you have nothing to worry about.” I stopped tormenting him with my knife and placed it on the dresser. “Now answer the question.”
“First I need to know how you’re going to save me,” he said quietly.
I shook my head slowly. “You first.”
We stared each other down, a challenge between the dead and the living. I remembered the days when I used to beat the crap out of him to get him to talk. I missed those days.
“Fine, Jocelyn is gone,” he said. “But I’d like to point out that I warned her they didn’t like me down in the Afterlife because I’m only a half-breed.”
“So she’s stuck there because of you.” I wanted to rip his head off. “And what do you mean gone?”
He shrugged and leaned against the wall. “Her essence crossed over. But it wasn’t even supposed to be here to begin with. When we showed up in the Afterlife, Annabella collected her essence so she could cross over. So she moved on, past the ghost life.”
“She’s gone? A lump formed in my throat. “Gemma won’t ever see her again?”
“She was never supposed to be here,” he repeated. “She had a brief gap between her death and her body, where she could roam free, but unlike me it was her time to go.”
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A deceitful looked crept across his face. “Isn’t she dead too?”
“Watch it,” I warned. “It’s your life at stake here. Not mine.”
“Oh, I beg to differ.” He laughed and I lunged for him, but only grabbed air. It threw me off balance and I smacked my head on the wall.
“What are you doing man?” Laylen gaped at me like I’d lost my mind.
“Trying to kill a ghost,” I growled, spinning in circles.
Nicholas laughed again. “This is so much fun. It really is, seeing you like this.” That was it. Time to move. “Let’s go.” I stormed for the door, hoping Nicholas would bite the bait again.
“Wait,” he called out.
I smiled to myself as I turned. “Yeah.”
“I might know where she is,” he said, standing closer than I’d anticipated. “Although, I thought you’d have figure it out on your own, since you’ve been trapped there yourself before.”
“What are you…” And then it clicked. “Are you saying that she’s in the City of Crystal, trapped against the massive crystal?”
He grinned and I had my answer.
“Take me there,” I demanded and picked up my knife.
“Not until you tell me how I can become undead.”
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