Free Witchling (Chronicles of Witchood) by Genevieve Heart

enough. I wondered what was on those pages but did not dwell on it.
    I continued to walk amongst the books unti l my legs could not take it anymore. Yesterday’s excursions had taken its toll. I went outside and called dad. Luckily, he was nearby and on his way home. I waited for him in the parking lot, where he found me, seated on a bench just outside the library. I wanted to ask him about Aiden, but I knew that Ethan had made him forget. Besides, he didn’t seem at all disturbed that I returned home in the arms of a boy, not that I remembered what happened. I could only guess that was how he got me into my room.
    My heart quickened at the thought of Aiden and the possibility that his arms had been around me. My face turned red as my skin ti ngled with a strange sensation. I wanted to squirm with embarrassment and delight but I couldn’t. I was in the car with dad and I didn’t want him to question me or make assumptions. I looked out the window and rested my hot cheek against the coolness of the glass. I pushed thoughts of Aiden out of my head with what Ethan had told me. He had said Monday. Monday would be the day I find out what I wanted to know. All I needed to do was wait until then.

Chapter 7
     
     
    Monday eventually arrived and the water drenched sky poured with rain. The mad dash from the parking lot and into the door half soaked my clothes and those around me were no better off. I went to my locker to unload my books and found that Lydia had decided that it was time for her to return to school. She wore a turtleneck to hide her almost healed wounds and her hair was down to cover the marks that ran at the base of her face. Karen stood with her as they chatted away about something.
    I walked over to them while my eyes darted around searching for the surprise that Ethan spoke about. I already knew that Lydia was coming back today, but I was sure that wasn’t he talked about.
    “Hey,” I said to them.
    “Hey,” said Lydia. She noticed my jitteriness as I shoved my hands into my jacket’s pockets. They had turn cold with nervousness. I didn’t know what Ethan meant by surprise. Was it going to be another murder? Or was he going to turn up Angels Fall High? It would have been nice if I was given some sort of clue.
    “The Winter Dance tickets are on sale,” piqued Karen. In her cherry state, she didn’t notice anything different. “Should I go and get them?”
    “Sure,” I said. Karen always loved to go to dances and parties and I couldn’t im agine her life without them.
    “We haven’t got our dresses yet,” said Lydia.
    “But we will, eventually, this weekend, as Amy promised not to bail out on us. So no excuses are allowed and all homework must be completed. Come on.”
    Karen hooked her right arm around Lydia’s and her left arm around mine. We walked together down the crowded corridor towards the front office where the tickets were sold by one of the seniors. As we walked, I thought I caught sight of Ethan in the crowd, his dark blonde head stood out like a beacon for attention as much as his handsome face. But when I turned my head, he had disappeared.
    “Hey, I need to go to the ladies room. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”
    I tore away from Karen’s hold and before she had time to say anything, I was out of her reach. I slipped into the crowd and pushed through them, searching for Ethan. I was certain I saw him. He’s not one to be mistaken so easily. What was he doing here at school? Perhaps he was going to tell me what he is, or better, what was going on.
    But Ethan was no where to be found and soon, the bell rang and I was forced to go to class. I found Karen and Lydia seated in Mr Grimm’s history lesson and I went and joined them at my usual seat. Mr Grimms started the day by writing out the date of the Civil War but his lesson was interrupted when the door opened and it froze my world.
    Aiden stepped in looking like a young god. My heart quickened at the sight of him as