Free Magick (The Unwanted Series Book 1) by Mira Monroe Page B

t’s early in the morning and the house is empty and dark. I can barely make out the grandfather clock down the hall near the formal dining room. The wall sconces in the entryway flicker with faux light, and I can see the table in the middle of the foyer. I open and close my eyes. Everything is black and white, like a noir film. This isn’t right.
    The entry light turns on and blinds me. When I refocus my eyes, nothing has changed, my vision is still without technicolor.
    “Hello? Willow, Mr. Warrington?” Mrs. Scott is in her robe, and her hair is still messy from sleep. Her plump frame and cheery face are a welcomed site. She shuffles in her house shoes and tugs at the lapel on her robe and turns around.
    “Mrs. Scott.”
    She looks right at me and again says, “Hello? Who’s here?” She is biting her lip and shivers. She can’t see me. I get right in front of her, and wave my hands in front of her face. No reaction.
    “I know someone is in here. You’d better leave, if you know what’s good for you.” She warns. She must be able to feel me there, which is causing her to freak out. I’m just happy to see her. I want to hug her, not only to comfort her but myself as well. I need her pillowy body to lean on with her sweet flowery scent. I need my family, her, my father. To understand what is going on. How Rhydian fits into the mix.
    Mrs. Scott whispers, “something is wrong. I feel it.” She turns away from me and walks to the front door slowly.
    “I am here!” I try to get her attention, but it’s useless. She can’t see me. I’m caught on some kind of different plane, or a between of some sort, from transporting wrong. Rhydian warned me and I have no idea how to get out of this.
    She turns back toward the stairs, and a loud noise from the outside shakes the house. The furniture moves, and the hanging lights wave in warning that something else is here. I exhale to control my breath. If I get scared like before, my magick will be of no use to anyone.
    BAM!
    “Oh, Goddess,” Mrs. Scott says, clutching onto the lapel of her robe and shuffling backwards toward the foyer table.
    The front double door flies open, and she rushes backward to the wall near the sitting room as if she’s pushed by an invisible force. Something flies up the stairs at a speed where only a trail of gray smoke is visible. A large horned demon with deep colored skin walks in, followed by three people in cloaks.
    Mrs. Scott screams and holds up her hands in surrender.
    My power is thriving on the surface of my skin. Still, no one can see me. Will my magick work?
    I throw a light ball at the group coming in the open door, but nothing happens. It goes right through them, like it was never there.
    “Father, help! Help her!” I cry.
    A cloaked figure floats through me in front of the stairs and comes to stand in front of the colored skinned demon who resembles the devil.
    “Neither the girl nor Aiden are here. It’s strange, because I sense the girl. Maybe she left recently?” The voice is female coming from the cloak.
    The demon huffs and smells the air. In a baritone voice, it says, “You’re right, it’s strong in this room.” His neon eyes focus on Mrs. Scott. “Where are they?” he demands.
    He stands menacingly in front of Mrs. Scott and touches her face with a clawed finger.
    I run and step in front of Mrs. Scott. My magick is swirling in my hands. “I’m right here! Don’t you fucking touch her!” I scream. No one can hear me or see me shaking.
    “Will you be cooperative or suffer the consequences?”
    “No! No no no.” I’m shaking more and more. Mrs. Scott would never hurt or harm a fly. I move to the side hoping she’ll see or feel me.
    “You will not take the crown. It isn’t yours,” Mrs. Scott says turning her head to the side as he leans over her. I’m looking right at her. Her eyes, the twinkle of awareness — does she know I’m here?
    “Oh? How do you know it’s not already been taken? These are