Page 39 of Lost

I sighed and silently agreed with him.

“Should we go to Skye? Even though she’s in mourning, I can’t believe Queen Sgiach wouldn’t let you back on her island.”

“That’s awful far away,” Stevie Rae said. “There’s gotta be an easier way. Or at least a closer way.”

“I know a closer way,” Rephaim said.

Everyone’s attention turned to the tall, handsome young Cherokee.

“Okay, I’m listening,” I said.

“There is Old Magick here. On these very school grounds,” he said softly, but earnestly. “I know because I came from it.”

I sat up straighter as what Rephaim said settled into my mind. My gaze drifted across the school grounds eastward, where in the distance I could barely make out the dark silhouette of a huge, broken oak.

“Rephaim is right. There is a closer way, but I’m not sure how much easier it’s going to be,” I said.

Stark’s gaze followed mine, and I heard him mutter under his breath, “Ah, hell.”