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I feel so much fear, so much terror, that I cease to exist at all and I’m just this ball of horrible energy, reaching, spreading and—
CRASH!
Suddenly the room explodes in a flash of light. There’s the sound of glass breaking, shards of it cutting my skin, frozen air mixing with white hot heat and a burning smell.
The abyss falls away and the boy is no longer holding my throat.
He’s not touching me at all.
Instead, he’s a thin stalk of charcoal, the floor beneath him marked in a black pentacle, and suddenly he collapses into ash and dust until he’s just a burnt mess that billows across the floor, mixing with the snow coming in through the window.
I gasp, staring at him in confusion. My eyes go to the window which has shattered, the clouds whirling outside, and it feels like my brows and lashes have been singed. The smell of burnt flesh lingers in the air, making my nose crinkle.
Then my focus goes to the door.
Where Valtu is standing. Eyes round, mouth open, staring at me likeI’mthe ghost now.
“What the hell was that?” he asks, his voice higher, his tone careful, as if he’s actually afraid of me.
“You tell me!” I exclaim. “It’s you that’s causing these ghosts to appear!”
“No. Not the ghost,” he says flatly. “You. I just saw lightning pierce through that window and strike him. You did that. You made that lighting strike happen.”
I can’t argue with that because it’s exactly what it looks like. “I don’t know. I don’t know how I did it. I was just so afraid. You said yourself that it’s normal for vampires to be locked in with the elements.”
“Not like that,” he says, and his gaze hardens as it falls to the floor. “And not likethat.”
I follow his eyes to the black pentacle on the ground. It’s not that the ground is burned in such a way that itlookslike one, the way you might see shapes in the grass after a lightning strike, but that there are five clear points and a circle in the middle. A symbol that Dahlia was very familiar with.
I blink, shaking my head, not understanding it. “I don’t know. I didn’t do it on purpose.” I look up at him with pleading eyes. “I really don’t know what happened.”
His expression is cold and wary as he stares at me, his jaw tight. “Who are you, Rose? Who are you really?”
“I’m Rose Harper,” I tell him, placing my hands on my chest. “I swear to god I am.”
“Whatare you?” he whispers harshly.
“You know I’m a vampire. You saw it today. You know your own kind.”
“And you’re also a witch.”
I give my head a more violent shake. “I’m not. I’m not a witch. I can’t be. You’d be able to tell, you know you would. Unless I was wearing a glamour…” I trail off.
His eyes narrow at that thoughtfully. “A glamour. I’ve been fooled by one before.”
“You remember that!?” I exclaim and for a moment I’m filled with hope.
Now his frown deepens, the line between his brows a hard line. “No. I don’t remember. I was told. How come you know about it?”
I fumble for the words, panic rising in my chest like a caged bird. “I just knew, I don’t know, I heard it somewhere, I—”
“Enough with the lies!” he roars.
I go still. My heart feels like it’s crawling up my throat, it’s going so fast.
“Tell me who you are, or I’ll kill you,” he says, his tone a steel blade. There is no mercy in his eyes. They look like black holes to nowhere. “I’ll kill you right here and now.”
I swallow, gathering resolve from somewhere in my veins. I raise my chin and look him dead in the eyes and decide it’s time to put a stop to the charade. “It wouldn’t matter if you did. I’ll just come back.” I pause. “I always do.”
