AllFreeNovel
Share Us
As I flipped to the right place in the book, a commotion carried from somewhere downstairs. Eamon stood with a frown.
“Stay here,” he said. “I’ll investigate.”
He left to check out the ruckus, and I went through the witch’s notes. She’d written meticulous records of all her experiments and spells.
This was it! Saoirse had recorded exactly how she’d defeated the evil spirit. She’d tried several times and failed, but her final attempt had succeeded in locking the spirit away forever in a spelled bottle.
I didn’t understand half of it though. She wrote in riddles, probably meant only for herself. Or maybe it was witch talk, and another witch would understand it. I grabbed my phone and scanned the notes from all her attempts.
The commotion downstairs had settled, and Eamon stepped back into the room.
“I found it, Eam…” A sinking feeling had me looking up.
Ted scowled at me from the door. “Where the hell have you been? Dean’s had us looking for you for two fucking days. And who’s this kid you’re hanging out with? The boss ain’t going to be happy about it.”
I thought quickly. “I left a message saying I was working on a school project. Didn’t he get it? And Eamon’s my partner for the project; we were randomly assigned.” I sure hoped I was a good enough liar to fool this idiot.
Said idiot looked around the library. “I guess you wouldn’t be in this boring place unless you had to. Well, Dean is pissed. He didn’t get your message, and he says you’re not answering his.”
I picked up my burner phone. “Strange, I didn’t get them.” I turned it around to show him my history, where I had Redrock’s number listed conveniently asSchool Office, just in case.
“Tell Dean I’ll be back when I’m done. It’s due in two days, and I need it to pass my course. That’s why his mom’s letting me stay over in the guest room and we’re pulling all-nighters. Dean will be pissed if I fail this course. He did pay for it.” Then, remembering I wasn’t the world’s best liar, I shut my mouth. I’d probably already given him way too much info. Luckily, Ted wasn’t the brightest.
“No fucking way I’m returning without you, Danie.” He stomped over and grabbed me by the arm. “It’s bad enough that Ned’s so drunk he fell down the stairs and almost got us kicked out.”
I hissed and tried to pull away. “Let go of me!”
“Tell it to Dean.” He dragged me out of my seat and down the hall.
I struggled, grabbing the table to stop him, but he dug his fingers into my arm painfully. He hadn’t even let me take my purse; it sat hooked to the chair back. The only thing I had on me was my phone.
“Eamon!”
Eamon was there before I could even finish yelling his name. He tore Ted off me and shoved him against a wall.“Don’t touch her!”he roared.
Ted, too stupid to realize he was up against someone much more powerful than himself, took one look at Eamon’s college kid appearance and laughed. “What are you going to do, kid?”
The librarian who’d been helping me came up the stairs with a young blonde woman.
“That’s the other guy!” the young woman exclaimed. “He grabbed my hair!”
“He’s not even allowed up here,” the librarian huffed indignantly.
Ted, belligerent as ever, threw a punch. Eamon avoided it easily and picked him up by the shirt. That didn’t stop Ted from kicking and punching the air in front of him uselessly. Eamon walked with him held in the air, the demon looking bigger and more muscular than he’d been just moments ago, and made as if to throw Ted down the stairs.
“Don’t you dare, demon!” the librarian exclaimed. “He’s full human, and the police will have to get involved if you do. I won’t have them poking around the library.”
“Fuck,” Eamon growled. “I hate paperwork too. I’ll throw him outside with the drunken one.”
“Yes, yes. Do that. Thank you. We’ll keep them out magically afterward.” The librarian’s gaze warmed on Eamon. “You’re not half-bad. For a demon.”
Eamon and the librarian headed down the stairs, leaving me with the other blonde woman. She looked me up and down, noticing our similarities. We were similar height and had the same color of blonde hair. She was much better dressed than I was; closer to the clothes Dean had bought for me. Ted must have mistaken her for me.
“I see that asshole had a type. Blonde witches. I almost turned his fingers into worms, but I didn’t want to get kicked out for using offensive magic.”
“Yeah, I guess.” I felt bad she was attacked because of me but didn’t tell her Ned and Ted had been looking for me. I didn’t want to draw more attention to myself than needed. “I’m not a witch, though.”
She frowned, then squinted at me. “No. You are. Magic is oozing from you.”
