AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I rolled my eyes, following him and away from the laughter that filled the room below us. Darn lecanifer must have projected his thoughts.
Lark went into their parents’ bedroom, stopping and holding out his hand to his sister.
“Konner’s not coming?”
She shook her head. “He told me he didn’t like the feeling of the space up there.”
I felt the ward this time when I entered; the energy played across my skin as I stepped over the threshold into the room. I forgot about it, though, as I realized what Lily had said.
“Up… where?” I asked, looking around the room.
My mate pointed at the ceiling. “There is not a physical door to my mother’s craft room. We have to do this the hard way.” She reached out to take my hand.
I frowned. “How do we take Renth with us?”
Lark thought for a moment before he answered. “Grab his scruff. I’ll hold his tail. We can make a circle.”
He took a step and stopped, his expression pensive. “Wait. I think we are missing something.”
I chuckled, releasing Renth's scruff to pull the book out of my pocket. “You forgot the grimoire. No worries, I got you.” I handed it over to Lark, but he didn’t take it.
“No, you keep it.” He studied it, then lifted his eyes to meet mine. “I think it wants to be with you more.”
I shrugged, not sure where he got that idea from, but I stuffed it back into my pocket and took up my hold on my familiar.
Lark started walking counterclockwise, his eyes hitting four points as he passed them. Dresser. Bathroom. Doorway. Bed.
As he completed the turn, I felt the magic rise and embrace us. Something inside me urged me to ask, “Please, may my familiar and I enter?”
The magic hesitated, searching me. And then it swept both Renth and me up into it, lifting us up into the attic and depositing us next to Lark and Lily.
She turned to stare at me. “It let you in!”
I nodded. “I asked it to.” Reaching out a hand, I waved it in the air, the gesture one of appreciation. “Thank you, Alemos.”
A slight breeze circled the room and then stilled.
I looked around.
This had been Miriam Sarabas’ craft room. A witch who had created something with energy no other known magical user had done before.
She had created a living house that was fed by an active energy gate.
I exhaled and then grinned.
Chapter Twenty
Lily
I stared over at my mate, who was now standing where my mother had performed her most powerful magic—that to create this house's soul.
I wasn’t sure how he had made it up here, but he had, along with his familiar. And he was a witch. Neither Lark nor myself were. If we wanted to fix the house, this was the best time to try it.
Lark moved over to a podium with a gigantic red button on its surface. “So, when Alemos almost died, I pushed this button, and he restarted. Sort-of.”
Soren snorted. “Are you pulling my leg?”
He shook his head. “Nope. That's what happened. It was like it switched to an axillary battery or something.”
