still wanted to go. At this point in my life, I felt I needed to hear things for myself. “I’m still up for it.”
“Then I’ll come here tonight after everyone’s asleep.” He started for the door.
A thought popped inside my head. “Wait a sec.”
He turned around. “What’s up?”
“Why do you think Stephan wants the star’s power?”
“I don’t know…But if Stephan wants it, and he’s working with the Death Walkers…” He trailed off, worry slipping onto his face. “Well, if our plan does work out, and we find out your mother’s alive maybe she’ll have some of the answers to what the heck is going on.”
***
After I’d changed into the most decent clothes I could find—a pair of shorts and a purple tank top—and pulled my long brown hair into a ponytail, I went downstairs. It took me a little bit to find the kitchen, which was a dimly lit room that had blue and black striped walls, black countertops, and indigo tiled flooring. Everyone was there by the time I entered. Alex and Aislin were sitting at a small oval table in the corner of the room, and Adessa and Laylen were over by the counter. Adessa was stirring something in a steaming pot on top of the stove.
Aislin’s bright green eyes lit up when she saw me. She looked like her normal, perfect self. Her golden blonde hair was curled up; a pair of diamond earrings twinkled in each one of her ear lobes. She had on a lacy pink tank top and her smile was as bright as ever. “Oh my God. It’s so good to see you awake, instead of unconscious.”
“I already told you she’d woken up.” Alex rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I don’t know why you’re getting all excited about it.”
“Because she’s awake, Alex.” Aislin gave him a firm look. “Need I remind you that for awhile we thought she wasn’t ever going to wake up.”
If looks could kill, Aislin would have been dead by the invisible daggers shooting from Alex’s bright green eyes. I don’t know why he was getting mad at her, though. I’d already thought I was dead when I’d been trapped back in the black emptiness.
They continued to scowl at each other as I sat down in an empty chair at the table. They eventually stopped having their little stare down when Adessa came over and placed what looked like a pot of chicken noodle soup down on the table, her metal bangle bracelets clinking together as she moved her hands away. Like Aislin, Adessa is a witch, so I wasn’t going to automatically assume what was in that pot was food. My knowledge about witches was limited, so whether or not they brewed pots of potions was beyond me. But in this new world I’d been thrust into only a few days ago, I was never going to assume things again.
Or at least try not to.
Adessa’s golden-cat eyes landed on me, and she gave me a welcoming smile. “Hello, Gemma.”
I forced a small smile, just so I wouldn’t seem rude. “Hey.”
She smiled again, tucking a strand of her black wavy hair behind her ear, and then went back over to the stove.
Aislin grabbed the spoon in the pot, and began stirring it until Adessa took a seat at the table. Laylen did as well, carrying a stack of bowls in his hands. As I glanced around at the five of us, I couldn’t help but think how strange this was. And I wasn’t just saying strange because I was sitting at the table with two witches, a vampire, and a Keeper, but because I was sitting at a table, getting ready to eat. Something I’d never done before in my life.
“So who’s hungry?” Adessa asked, taking a bowl and scooping some—hopefully—chicken noodle soup into it. When no one answered, she set the bowl down in front of Alex, who slid it in front of me.
“Ladies first,” he said with a charming smile.
How gentleman-like of him, which made it all the weirder.
“Thanks,” I muttered. I stared down at the bowl of hot soup, watching the steam rise up as I thought of my mother and how, in just a few short hours, I might find out that she’s still alive. After spending most of my life thinking she was dead, the idea seemed strange and unfamiliar.
So how are you feeling?” Aislin asked me.
I tore my gaze away from the soup, and my thoughts. “I’m fine.”
Her forehead furrowed over. “Is