was so damn fitting. The moonlight shining through his short blond hair made him look like he had a halo and those pale green eyes sparkled.
I sighed. “Kiwi?” I whispered as softly as possible.
His face fell. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Then he opened his eyes, smirked, and held his hand out to help me up.
I reached up with my right hand before I even realized what I was doing.
“STOP!”
We froze.
My eyes widened.
Oh SHIT. I almost messed up real bad. I looked over toward the purple haired wildcat and grimaced. “I’m stuck.”
“I know.” She chuckled.
“Are you laughing at her?” The tall, beautiful Tennessee growled beside her.
Gigi gasped – and shifted into a penguin. Again.
The girl reached out and put her right hand on his chest and I saw the pink crystal soulmate glyph. OHHHH SHIT. THIS IS TEGAN BISHOP. OH MY GOD. I didn’t know most of the other Card’s names…but I knew Tennessee’s. Everyone did. Which meant everyone knew his soulmate was the High Priestess Tegan Bishop.
Word on the street said she was terrifying.
They were right…but I was more afraid of the tense energy rolling off of Cooper in front of me than her. Hell, she laughed while everyone else was glaring.
“Babe.” Tegan tapped his chest with her marked hand. “This is black magic. It’s not the same. She HAS to close her circle or it could hurt her and Saffie.”
Cooper cursed. He turned blazing eyes at me. “Where the hell did you learn that kind of black magic from?”
“Ummm…me,” a familiar voice said from the back. The crowd parted and then Lennox Ward walked out with that indigo hair glowing brighter than her yellow-green eyes. She had about a million more tattoos than the last time I’d seen her. “That was me.”
Everyone spun on her.
She shrugged. “We all have our demons. I never used it, I just wanted to learn it and Savannah was my friend who felt the same way so I taught her. I was a CHILD. We were children.”
“What the hell happened here?” Cooper growled. He spun back to me. “Savannah?”
“Umm—”
“Y’all.” Tegan shook her head and strolled toward me. She shooed Cooper away then crouched down across from me with a ball of magic in her hand still. “You gotta close your circle, homeskillet.”
“Umm…” I looked down at my hand still stuck in the water. “I’m open to suggestions.”
She snorted. “I’m gonna throw this magic back at ya. The second I do, yank your hand out and close her down. Okay? But you’ve gotta be real fast or shit blows up and people get hurt.”
Say what? I glanced over to Lennox. “Is that safe?”
Lennox shrugged. “Nope.”
Tegan leaned forward. “Best do it at a bit of a run if you’re nervous,” she said in a British accent.
My eyes widened. “Did you just—”
“Yup.” She grinned then nodded toward my hand. “I highly recommend getting on with it, being stuck won’t stop the gasket that’s about to blow over there.”
Off to the left, Tennessee’s entire body was shimmering like he was lit up from the inside. He held a six-foot-tall glowing sword that seemed to be made entirely of white lightning bolts swirling around it. It was like a lightsaber but less control.
And he was furious. The air around him pulsed and snow melted away from his feet.
“Right.” I nodded. “Okay.”
“In three…two…” Tegan whispered and bounced the ball of magic. “One – GO, GO, GO, GO!”
I cursed and yanked my hand out of the water—”
“NOW, NOW, NOW, NOW!” Tegan screamed. “HURRY. CLOSE IT!”
A tidal wave of water shot out of the moonstone bowl and slammed into me, soaking me head to toe. The ground broke and cracked.
“NOW SAVANNAH, NOW! GO, GO, GO, GO!”
Shit, shit, shit. I tried to use my blood to put out the black flame on the black candle but the drips kept missing the flame. The black flames on the circle flew up taller than my house. Flames of violet and indigo spilled out of the cauldron and leapt toward me.
And then it stopped like it never happened at all.
I gasped.
Tegan grinned. “Just kidding. I closed it when I got here.”
My breath left me in a rush and I fell back on my ass.
A tall, pretty blond boy with purples eyes whistled long and slow.
“Bloody hell, woman,” some guy with a pretty British accent muttered.
A girl who looked a lot like Tennessee threw her head back and cackled. “You wanker!”
“That’s messed up, woman.” A gorgeous dark-skinned guy covered in tattoos shuddered.