Page 67 of Lost

“Kramisha, I need you to do something for me.”

“Your wish be my command.”

“Do you still have a copy of that old prophetic poem—the one about how to get Kalona to rise?”

“I do. It’s in my file labeled, ‘Shit no one should mess with.’ ”

“Good. I need it. Would you email me a copy?”

“Is you gonna mess with it?”

“Kramisha, Kalona already burst out of the ground. It can’t happen twice.”At least not in this world it can’t, I added silently to myself.

“True that. I’ll email it.”

“Thanks, bye.”

I went back to my classroom and stuck my head inside the door. “Guys, I’m cutting class short today. For the rest of the period you may go to the Media Center for study hall.” Then I closed the door on their jubilation and headed to the parking lot.

My Warrior had been 100 percent right. Kevin had to be told how dangerous it is to wield Old Magick,andhe had to understand how to control the urge to use it again and again.

I am going to tell him.

I am going to teach him.

In person.

But first I needed to think—really reason through thehows andwhens andwithwhoms—alone. Without looking over my shoulder for whoever was going to either stare at me like a chemistry project that could explode at any moment, or worse, ask me over and over if I was okay.

So I headed to my current favorite alone spot…