In my agitation, my grip on the doll tightens, and I watch in both horror and fascination as on the field, Karsyn jerks slightly.
“This is just the beginning, Alder,” I whisper darkly as the center snaps the ball to him. Karsyn watches the field intently, backing up a few steps, and pulls back his arm to throw…
Only to spike the ball into the ground instead.
I release a giggle as the ref blows his whistle, declaring intentional grounding and giving the guys a penalty.
The next time, Karsyn tries to run with the ball, but I make it so his feet can’t move. That they’re cemented to the ground. He stands there looking like an imbecile until the other team tackles him.
“Ouch!” I wince in faux sympathy. “That’s gotta hurt.”
For the next half hour, I make him throw the ball to the other team, run in the wrong direction, and trip over his own two feet more times than I can count. I don’t want him to get physically hurt though, so I make sure that he moves out of bounds before he can be tackled.
Eventually, the coach pulls Karsyn from the game and replaces him with Emmett, of all people, and I watch as the Devil wrenches his helmet off and throws it, muscles bunching with anger.
Realizing I’ve been gone long enough to cause concern, I quickly drop to my knees and shove the doll back into my backpack. I’ve only just begun to zip it up when I hear slow clapping from directly behind me.
My body tenses like it’s been struck by lightning, and I lift only my head slightly, the barest tilt of my chin, to meet the icy blue gaze I can feel drilling a hole in the side of my head.
Lucas smiles sharply, a smile that looks more like a shark thirsting for blood than that of a human.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here, little witch?”
Chapter 30
“I don’t know what you mean,” I respond tersely, shrugging my backpack over my shoulder and attempting to shove past him. But since he blocks the only entrance in and out and he’s stacked with muscle, all I do is bounce off his chest.
Scowling, I back away and cross my arms.
The shadows cause Lucas to look like death personified, coming to reap my soul and condemn me to eternal damnation. Just enough light graces this area to enable me to see his icy eyes travel from my toes up to my forehead, lingering briefly on my chest. Then, they travel to the backpack on my shoulder and narrow almost imperceptibly.
“I saw what you did.” His words freeze my insides. My stomach clenches, threatening to expel the meager contents of my lunch, and I instinctively stagger back a step.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Instead of answering, he merely reaches into his pocket, and I brace myself for…for what? For him to pull out a gun? A knife? When he pulls out his phone, I practically sag against the brick wall in relief before quickly regaining my senses.
Is he going to call the police?
And tell them what? That I was performing witchcraft at a football game? I actually want to smile at the thought. I wouldn’t be the one carted away and locked in a cell.
Lucas turns the phone in my direction, just as a video starts to play on the screen.
“Are we watching your porn collection?” I snap, attempting to cover up my jitteriness with sarcasm. Lucas doesn’t bother to dignify my quip with a response. He merely hands me the phone, presses play, and backs away, expression grim.
The video is of…me. From only a few minutes ago. I watch in horror as I jerk the doll’s arm, and on the field, Karsyn’s arm jerks as well. My heart is thumping erratically in my chest, seconds from breaking out of my rib cage like the monster from Alien. I know, logically, that there’s not a whole lot Lucas can do with this video. No one will believe him. They’ll merely think it’s a prank we pulled or the video was doctored. But if a Blood or a witch hunter stumbled upon this…
Hands shaking, I press the garbage can in the upper corner of the screen. And then, to ensure that the video is gone completely, I go to albums and click on recently deleted, getting rid of it once more.