Friday, June 08, 2012

At the Edge

Lake water churned, washing away my blood as the crane lifted Nate’s car. He hadn’t said anything about the spell I’d used to keep my insides inside, but I knew his mind was traveling the labyrinthine path that ended in the center with the monster. 

Nate invests heavily in denial when it comes to my magic. Witches are just above demons in his estimation, the slightly less evil twin, but still worth killing. Except for me – so far.

“Seth,” Nate’s mild tone was a warning. “You make this right.”

I didn’t know if he meant the car or my magic.