Semua Bab Hayle Coven Novels: Bab 141 - Bab 150

The last day of school for the year was supposed to be fun. Just a half day where some teachers showed movies and the cafeteria made real pizza instead of the cardboard they usually served.Not so much this year. I should have been enjoying myself. I'd made it through a whole year with friends and everything. I was even pretty sure I'd passed my courses despite all the interruptions in my life in the last nine months. For the first time ever, the last day of school was going to be as fun for me as I always imagined it was for everyone else.Maybe if my friends weren't totally bummed out over Pain. Or if the whole town, heck the whole eastern seaboard, wasn't about to be demolished by a 'hurricane'. It was all everyone talked about. Not their plans for the summer or what their marks were like, but just the stupid storm.It grated on my nerves. Mostly because I moved past being able to worry about everyone else and focused on my family. I could barely look at my friends without a spik

I felt Mrs. Hammond drift off. Just as well. She didn't need to hear me reinforcing what she thought was her daughter's psychosis."They don't believe me." Pain's face was makeup free, looking so odd and yet so familiar. I'd noticed it before, but had never been able to figure out who she reminded me of. No time for that now, either. "I shouldn't be surprised, should I? They never believe." She sighed so deeply she seemed to collapse in on herself, chest caving as her chin dropped.Clearly they had drugged her."It's okay, Pain," I said. "I do."She smiled, an innocent, lovely expression. "I know." Trouble passed across her face like a cloud. "Can you tell them? So they will let me out?"Could she make me feel even worse? "I can't," I said. "I'm not allowed. Not yet. But soon, I promise. Honest."Her head bobbed a loose nod. "I know you will." She turned a little toward me, her hospital gown twisting around her thighs to an almost obscene height. I reached down and adjusted it fo

I spent a frustrating hour or so on Alison's computer trying alternate forms of search and still turned up nada.I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. Demetrius did a great job of hiding their tracks in the real world, so it was logical the virtual one wasn't much different. And let's face it, I was no hacker with the ability to figure this out on my own. I'd already been searching for weeks, hoping a convenient homepage would suddenly pop up. Clearly I was just wasting my time.Thunder rumbled in the distance for the rest of the night, jerking me out of sleep every time. By the time the sun came up, I was cranky and exhausted, not to mention worried about Alison and how leaving the party might affect our friendship. Talk about awkward if she wasn't talking to me for the rest of the visit.I needn't have worried. She bounded into my room at around eight, as perky as ever and grinning her face off. I wondered how she managed it. From what I saw she had a lot to drink. Meanwhile, I

I almost took a half step back out of pure instinct. She looked like warmed over crap the hospital chewed up and spit out again. Though I figured from her appearance she hadn't left treatment with permission."Pain." My first reaction faded quickly as I took in the dirty robe and the slippers on her feet, same industrial hospital issue. Her hair was a tangled mass held back by a large elastic, bits and pieces clinging in greasy strands to her cheeks and forehead. The skin around her eyes had that bruised look of the truly ill and she swayed where she stood, mouth slightly open, eyes wide and staring like she'd forgotten where she was and why she was there.I looked around for Cydia's spirit but for now it was just Pain and me."Syd." She gulped once, voice cracking and hoarse. "Syd. It's you.""Yeah, Pain, it's me." I reached for her hand, but she cried out softly, jerking herself out of my range like the least touch would hurt her."Found you." One of her knees let go and she dip

I was so intent on calling Mom I missed the fact I wasn't alone when I slipped in the garden doors."You're out late." Mrs. Morgan perched on the edge of her expensive sofa, a glass of wine in one hand.What was I supposed to say? Your crazy maid hit me over the head and took me to her secret society hang out because I used to be a witch? I didn't think even she was drunk enough for that."Um..." I had always been a bad liar. "Just needed some air." Case in point.Mrs. Morgan's lips curled into a sneer she probably thought was a smile. "It's all right, dear." She hiccupped mildly as she took a sip from her glass, spilling it down the front of her top. Wasn't the first time, from the stains on her skirt. "I get it. I saw you girls with the kids last night. That Regan Pater is a delicious young man."Okay, disgusting. And so totally off the mark I needed to defend myself. "I wasn't with Regan.""Um-hum." She finished her wine and tottered to her feet. "Rosetta told me she saw you s