back. My uncle and Amka look really concerned, and Macy looks curious. But Jaxon… Jaxon’s got a small, rueful smile on his face that tells me he knows exactly what’s got me so freaked out. Then again, he’s the only one here who was down in that tunnel with me.
With everything that happened to him that day, too, I’m surprised he hasn’t run screaming from this room. God knows I’m considering it.
“Grace?” Macy asks as I continue to step backward. “Where are you going?”
“Out of, ummm…” I break off in frustration as I realize I’m still in the circle. “How big is this thing anyway?”
“It takes up most of the room,” Uncle Finn answers, looking even more confused. “We have a lot of witches who need to fit around the circle. Why?”
But Macy seems to have finally clued in. “Oh, sweetie, the circle isn’t cast. Nothing can hurt you right now. And in here we do magic that does no harm anyway. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“Of course there isn’t. I know that. I’m still just going to…” I use my thumb to point backward over my shoulder.
“Would it make you feel better if we left this room completely?” Amka asks.
I focus on her as relief sweeps through me. “So much, I can’t even tell you.”
“Okay, then let’s go.” Just that easily, Uncle Finn starts herding everyone toward the door. “There’s something you need to see in the library anyway.”
“In the library?” Now I’m even more confused. “You mean the gargoyle books Amka got out for me? I saw them earlier, and I’m planning on working my way through them.”
“No. Something else. We’ll talk about it when we get there.”
That doesn’t sound ominous at all. I’m about to press for details, but my uncle looks grim. Really grim, and it scares me more than I want to admit.
Before Katmere, I never imagined I’d be afraid of walking into a library. Then again, before Katmere, I never imagined a lot of things.
25
And the Blackouts
Just Keep
on Coming
As soon as we get outside the casting room, Jaxon stops me with a light hand on my wrist.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, more than willing to take as long as possible to get to what I’m rapidly beginning to think of as the library of doom. “Do you need something?”
“No, but I’m pretty sure you do.”
I wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t. He just tilts his head to the side—and listens like he’s waiting for something. A minute later, Mekhi is standing before me. And holding a large black jacket that I recognize as Jaxon’s.
He grins at me and bows, presenting the jacket as if to royalty. “My lady.”
For the first time since I woke up in a giant magical circle, everything seems like it might be okay. Mekhi isn’t treating me weirdly. He’s grinning at me like he always does. And I can’t help but grin back.
I give a mock curtsy and take the jacket from his hands. “My liege.”
“I’m going to want all the details later, but I’ve got to book it to my next class right now. See ya, Grace!” And with that, he vanishes. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how fast vampires can move.
“You didn’t have to ask Mekhi to do that.” I take off my ripped-up blazer and don Jaxon’s jacket, inhaling his scent as I do.
“I know.” He watches me carefully. “I like taking care of you.”
My already battered heart aches a little more at his words and the look in his eyes. I just wish I knew how to respond. There’s a part of me, a big part, that wants to lean in to him and press my lips to his. But I also know my gargoyle won’t let me yet, which is super frustrating on pretty much all the levels.
I mean, why let me kiss him that first time when I just got back to school, only to make sure I never let him near me like that again? It bothers me, and I can only imagine that it bothers Jaxon, too, even though he doesn’t say anything. In the end, I do the only thing I can do. I hold his gaze, hoping he can see in my eyes just how much his caring means to me.
“Come on, let’s go,” Jaxon finally says, and there is a gruffness to his voice that isn’t usually there. He holds a hand out to me.