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“The same way witches continued to cast spells with the ley lines shoved out of alignment.” She flicks her fingers. “Magic will find a way.”
My hand tightens on the plastic bottle, making it crinkle. “Right.”
“Enough history lessons.” Syl’vyn brushes her palms together as if wiping away the topic. “No more dawdling. Make the pallets vanish.”
I groan and set my water aside. “When do we move on to something else?”
“Once you can successfully locate all of the pallets you’ve tucked into pockets.” She gestures to the drywall. “Begin.”
With a sigh, I let my gaze unfocus. Once all I see are the stacks of drywall, I fold the surrounding space around them until they disappear from view.
“Good.” Syl’vyn paces across the empty gravel. “Now bring them back, but on the other side of the yard.”
Confused, I shake out my hands to loosen the tension in my muscles. “How?”
“Fold the space again before you retrieve them.” She stops in the center of an indent left by one missing pallet. “Do not crush me in the process.”
My head throbs at the vague instruction.
This is going to be a long day, but I’ll push through it because, for some reason, Syl’vyn thinks I’ll need these skills soon, and that fills me with fear.
what we could have
- Flint -
The van’s engine rumbles as I drive into a familiar neighborhood.
“Moving Lia and the kids again would have been easier if I had my license.” Marc scowls out the passenger side window at the mini mansions we pass.
Despite his arguments at the Department of Motor Vehicles yesterday, they upheld the suspension, even though there’s zero evidence of him being charged with a crime. He returned to the Harbor frustrated and annoyed.
It put a huge kink in our plans to move Lia and the kids into their new home when the Library finally unlocked its doors, freeing them to return to the human plane.
I received the summons while at Hopper’s and far too deep in our drinks to prevent the hangovers that kept us in bed the next day.
So we spent the evening making arrangements and verifying that the house we purchased was ready for us to bring Lia and the kids over the following morning.
Since we didn’t know when the Library would unlock again, we had moved all their stuff over from the old place a couple of weeks ago.
So, really, we didn’t need two vehicles. But that we can’t have two vans rubs him the wrong way.
I cast Marc a grin from the driver’s seat. “What? You don’t enjoy us chauffeuring you around?”
“I like being chauffeured!” In the back, Alaska thrusts his blue-palmed hands into the air. “We’re rock stars!”
Marc smirks at him through the grate that separates the front from the back. “More like little criminals.”
We’ve only repaired one of our vans so far, the one designed for carting unhappy demons back across the veil. Our other one still sits in the garage of our cabin, its wheels slashed.
Since most of us can walk everywhere we need to go, Marc’s been driving Darius’s luxury sports car on his outings while I drive the van. We couldn’t have picked everyone up in the small coupe, so prisoner van it had to be.
Lia, in the middle seat up front, leans forward to peer through the windshield with excitement. “Are we moving back into our old house?”
Marc shifts in his seat to put his back to the door. “Sorry, but we already sold that one.”
“We found a new one, though, only a few blocks away.” I turn into one of the mini mansion’s half-moon driveways and press a button to open the left door of the three-car garage.
“We’re living here?” Lia gapes at the house. “I remember when they built this neighborhood. The houses were so fancy!”
