Semua Bab Hayle Coven Novels: Bab 131 - Bab 140

I pulled on my new blue sweater and jeans and tried to admire my reflection. Alison was right. The color was perfect. I just wished my mood was better so I could appreciate it more.I sulked in my room the rest of the afternoon, ignoring my parents and even Sassy who tried once to get in. I held the door against him and he finally gave up.At five to six, I landed in the kitchen and stood at the door to wait for Alison. She couldn't come soon enough as far as I was concerned. The rumble of an engine spurred me out into the driveway, but it was the wrong kind.Quaid was climbing off his bike, helmet in hand, when I emerged from the house. He looked so surprised to see me I stopped in my tracks."Nice to see you too," I said."Syd." He came toward me, helmet between us almost like a shield. What was up with him? Then again, it wouldn't do to have Alison with her fresh crush on him see us hugging and kissing, I guess, so I was okay with the distance."News?" That had to be it. Why e

Even powerless as I was, I could tell something huge was going on the moment I crossed the threshold and entered the kitchen. An immediate shudder traced down my back as I passed through an icy barrier, every hair on my body standing at abrupt attention. I rubbed my arms and caught my breath, stolen by the sudden pressure of so much magic.I guess I wasn't totally blocked off after all. Though the longer I stood there and struggled to get my anger back, the more the protective net in my mind tightened and the less I was affected by the weight of the collective coven.The basement. I saw candlelight shining from the crack under the door and headed right for it. I eased it open and listened. Mom was talking, her voice was so low I missed what she said. My feet made little sound on the steps, and soon I was standing behind the closed circle of family witches.The moment I touched down, I felt a thrill of something I'd felt before. And for a moment, the protective force around my magic

I stand before the court. I see my parents watching over the proceedings, neither willing to help me. Even my truest love, he whom I swore eternal faith, orders my death.And Cydia, raven hair flowing, glowing blue eyes the clarity of flawless crystal, stands with her finger pointed, her beautiful face flushed with fury and hate."Death!"My love, my darling Gwynn, he of the golden hair and emerald eyes, skin as smooth and perfect as any flower petal, he stares at me with that same look of hate as she who is my sister."Death!"Heart shattered into nothing, I allow it, allow him to descend on me, to use his bright, sharp blade, calling the strike of lightning through my heart to end my life.***It couldn't be a coincidence. Not the same dream twice. I shuddered under the covers, most of my quilt and top sheet on the floor in a puddle where I'd thrashed them off in my sleep. My dreaming self took her punishment, but my unconscious body clearly hadn't gone down so easily.I

I sighed and flipped over my English exam. Last one of the semester, thank goodness. And my least favorite. Ms. Fiat looked at me over the rim of her glasses as I stood up and walked the line of desks to her.Was that a smirk on her face when I handed in my paper? Likely. Which meant I'd not be receiving the best score from her. I was just happy to be done.When I arrived at school and again found no Pain in sight, my worry notched up another gazillion levels. Blood quickly assured me she was fine, however. Had a touch of the flu. Her exams were already over, so it wasn't like she had to be there anyway. But he did promise she said she'd be there for her party so that was something at least.The rest of us huddled, exam weary over our lunches. Simon looked particularly harried though I knew he'd have the highest marks in class of anyone."Quite the hurricane heading our way." He wiggled his nose, his glasses working their way back up the bridge only to slide down again when he stop

Their beautiful faces are masks of anger as Cydia points at me and declares, "Death.""Death," comes the echo."Death," my beloved says.The skies darken at once, the rage of the elements called down on me for the most hideous of crimes, the very one I did not commit."My love," I whisper as thunder rumbles, chasing giant forks of lightning across the sky."Befouled one," he snarls, no joy or happiness in his face, his love for me gone. "Death is too good for you."Of all of them, he is the last I would believe could order my death and yet there he stands, Cydia beside him now, her hatred twisting into a secret smile as she calls down the lightning, guiding his hand, my darling Gwynn, to deliver the killing blow.I feel it strike my body, the sudden rush of agony cut short as I rise above my body, my soul free of its substantial form. As I rise I hear them gasp, see their horror, his most of all. In my love, I see the understanding in his face, in his eyes, that I am innocent of