I let Ace and Morgan in on the plan over lunch and they eyed every part of it with suscpicion. It was almost not to pull my hair out, wondeering why they were not supportive.“Because you are the only one doing everything. We are coming with you,” Morgan said.“I can’t get anyone in more trouble.”“Screw that thought. I’m coming because I want this crazy plan of yours actually work. The chances of it not working if you do it solo are high, Phoebe.”“If you don’t me tag along, I will screw you up,” Ace threatened.“How are the kids?”“Turning that place into a fortress. Tina is a boss in the making. You should ordering the rest around and it makes you wonder if she really was shy or an introvert.”We continued to gossip until we had to separate at the town’s market area. I locked eyes with Sir Hampton as I found my way back to the Tower. A light smirk played on his lips, leaving me weirded out. Whatever he was up to would definitely not be good. If he could put his trouble making on ho
I suddenly knew how to curse in a thousand languages in my head. Panicking, I searched for where to hide. Morgan turned as white as sheet when Ace pulled us behind the coffin at the altar. It seemed like the main exit opened once more as more footsteps followed the former. We are so screwed.“What are you doing here, Sir Hampton?”“I could ask the same of you, Turner.”Shit. Double screwed. If either of them caught us, we would be dead. “I would expect the demons to poke around in places that have nothing to do with them but you, Sir Hampton? It’s a bit ridiculous. Did you bring down the security system placed?” “No,” Hampton spat. “I will not be accused of such.”“Then why exactly are you here and not in your home? Have a reasonable excuse when I bring this up in the Council’s meeting tomorrow.”“Enjoy the comforts of your position but not for long. You and that blasted daughter of Juniper will be gone faster than you can imagine.”“Is that a threat, Hampton?” Commander Turner gro
“Father?” I called out, knocking on his door. I pushed the door open as soon as he allowed me to come in, ignoring the pain in my wrist. An strange encounter with Hampton earlier this morning left me with uneasy flutters in my belly and a pulsing pain. I would have demanded what spell he had directed at me if I was not concentrated on finding my Father. In his brightly lit room, Father sat in his couch, nursing a cup of hot coffee in his hand. His eyes crinkled when he saw me. Waving a hand for me to come closer, he set his cup down and crossed his legs. The color had returned to his face and the gauntness in his body slowly disappeared. Mama Owens must have paid him another visit.“To what do I owe the visit?” He asked.“Why? Can’t I come see my old man?”“I hear you’ve been active with the council meetings and all.”I shrugged my shoulders, settling down in the couch opposite his. “I try my best.”“You want something. Spit it out,” he sighed, clasping his hands together. His brows
I was out of options. Tying my hair up for the fifth time this morning, I paced around the library which had inadvertly become my second home. I walked down the row of books that I had arranged over the night, trying to come up with solutions. Shoving in the last of the books in my hand, I left the building in a hurry, consumed by the thought of one person who might help.I found her easily, being the grumpy old woman she is, throwing a snarky scowl at some kid with a handful of ghost orchids. Her gaze fell on me, bearing annoyance with a hint of surprise. Without a word, I followed her around town, close enough to be a bother, until she arrived a small house not far from the busy streets. To my surprise, the door remained open for me until I entered. It closed with a gentle thud as I followed the listless woman into her home. Looking around the neatly kept home brought a sense of familiarity; her quaint flower shop where I once practiced magic.“What do you want now? I found your fa