I tried to figure out which one would fit into this lock.
I manifested myself again so that Kiev could see me. Relief spread across his face. We motioned to embrace each other, only to find that there was some kind of invisible barrier between us.Frustration surfaced within me. All I wanted to do was hold him. Still, it was a good thing that he was so… contact-proof.
Now what? Kiev asked.We need to hurry back to the graveyard to gather the others, I said.Since the black witches had already broken through The Sanctuary’s boundary, and it seemed that the white witches had not yet put it back up, we had no problem re-entering the city. We raced together to the graveyard and as we did, we began discussing what our next step had to be.
Our next, and hopefully final, step.When we reappeared in the graveyard, it was evident immediately that the struggle with the black witches had ended. There was no shouting, and no sign of any curses being hurled about. White witches were milling around the tombstones.
Mona, Derek called behind us.
They’ve gone? I asked.I stalked to the kitchen like a girl determined to eat after a week in the desert. I drank one too many on an empty stomach and then got sick. I pulled down a mug and a bowl from the cupboard.
What’d you do, puke on Joel? she asked, admiring her paint job by wiggling her toes. I would’ve liked to have seen that.Actually, Joel was passed out, I said, reaching for the milk. But I did almost puke on Quinn.
Quinn? she asked twisting to look at me. Star catcher for TSU, Quinn?Yep. My cheeks flushed remembering our night spent in the bathroom. The floor was gross, the lights dim, but Quinn’s voice was warm, sweet, and all kinds of sexy.