CHAPTER 13

I wasn’t alone on the front lawn of Hex Hall. There was a crowd of kids milling around, maybe a hundred altogether, all looking as shocked and rattled as I felt. I spotted Taylor, a dark-haired shapeshifter I’d kind of been friends with, standing a few feet away. Her eyes met mine. “Sophie?” she said, confused. “Where did you come from?” She glanced down and seemed startled to realize she was wearing her Hecate uniform. “Where did I come from?” she added, more to herself than to me.

I shook my head. “I don’t know.”

A buzz began to rise from the group of students, and I could feel confusion turning to panic. Nearby, two faeries—I thought they were Nausicaa and Siobhan—embraced, brightly colored tears dripping from their wings.

As I moved through the crowd, I could only make out snatches of conversation, but I heard words like, “golden light” and “getting grabbed out of thin air.” So whatever had happened to me had happened to the rest of them, too.

I’d been through a lot in the past few months, but this left me feeling paralyzed. I stood there on the lawn of Hex Hall, wearing my uniform, surrounded by my former classmates, and having no idea what to do. We’d finally made plans at the Brannicks’. Getting to Ireland, getting to Lough Bealach. Amassing a bunch of demon-glass.

My being magically transported back to Graymalkin Island—a place that had freaking disappeared—had not been in any of those plans.

Spinning around, I looked for more familiar faces. The whole area was surrounded by fog, obscuring anything past the oak trees lining the drive. Overhead the sun was a hot white disk behind gray clouds.

Still confused, I started to walk toward the house. And then I heard, “Sophie.”

I turned around. Her pink hair faded and her face pale, Jenna gave a shaky smile. “There you are,” she said, like we’d just been separated for a few minutes and not for weeks.

It’s a miracle I didn’t send her sprawling on the gravel as I ran at her and threw my arms around her. I could feel her tears on my collarbone, and I was doing my best not to get snot all over the top of her head, but we were both laughing.

“Oh, Tiny Pink Jenna,” I half sobbed, half giggled. “I have never been so happy to see a vampire in my life.”

She squeezed me tighter. “I’ve never been so happy to be squished by a demon!”

In that moment, I didn’t care that I’d been pulled back to Hex Hall by some kind of scary, dark magic, or that I was probably going to get killed one way or another. Jenna was here, and she was alive, and we were together. Everything else was fixable.

When we pulled apart, I noticed a new bloodstone hanging around her neck, this one larger and more ornate than the one she used to wear. Jenna followed my gaze and gave a watery laugh as she slid the stone on its chain. “Yeah, I upgraded,” she said. “I got it from Byron. Swore it was one-hundred-percent shatterproof.”

I raised an eyebrow, taking in the elaborate silverand-amethyst setting. “It’s also one-hundred-percent tacky, but if it will keep you safe, then I’m all for it.”

“I’m going to get you a matching one that says ‘BFFs’ in like, runes or something.”

I laughed at that, probably harder than the joke deserved, but I was so relieved to see her that I felt downright giddy. “So you really were with Byron this whole time?”

She nodded. “Yeah. That night, after you got back with Cal and Archer, the other Council members came to my room. They took me to this insanely creepy place.” Jenna shuddered at the memory, and I had a feeling I knew exactly where she’d ended up: the dungeonlike chamber underneath Thorne Abbey that served as a kind of magical courtroom.

“Lara Casnoff wanted me staked,” Jenna said, and my hands reflexively squeezed hers. “She said it was stupid to ever allow vampires to cohabitate with Prodigium, so I had to be executed. Mrs. Casnoff asked to be the one to do it.”

Now my grip on Jenna’s hand was so tight, it must have hurt her. I imagined Jenna, terrified and shaking, being led upstairs by someone she’d once trusted, knowing death was coming.

I would kill Mrs. Casnoff. I would blast that stupid hairdo right off her head, once I had my powers back.

“Thank God for her,” Jenna said, and I blinked.

“What?”

“It was Mrs. Casnoff who contacted Byron. She took my bloodstone from me because she said she’d need some kind of proof I was dead. Apparently when you stake vamps, their bloodstones explode. Then she snuck me out of the house using this passage behind—”

“Behind a painting,” I finished. I’d escaped Thorne Abbey the same way.

Nodding, Jenna said, “Right. Byron met me at the edge of the property and gave me this.” She lifted the clunky pendant from her neck. “He took me back to his nest in London, and let me tell you, this place has nothing on Lord Freaking Byron’s nest for weirdness. But Vix was there,” she said, smiling a little. Vix was Jenna’s girlfriend and another vampire.

But then all the amusement faded from her face. “I heard about Thorne. All Byron learned was that your body wasn’t found. For like, a month, there was no news, and I thought…”

I wrapped my arms around her again. “I know,” I murmured. “I thought the same thing about you for a long time, too.”

She sniffled and pulled away, rubbing her nose with her hand. “Anyway, then he started hearing these strange stories that you were with the Brannicks.”

“I was,” I said, and when Jenna widened her eyes at me, I raised a hand and said, “It is a very long story, and I promise I’ll spill all later. Condensed version: my mom is a Brannick, I am the unholy love child of a Brannick and a demon, and the bar for family dysfunction is now set super high.”

Jenna, to her credit, knew when to just roll with it. “Okay, then.”

“The more pressing question right now is, why are we back at Hex Hall?”

Jenna looked around, taking in the unnatural fog, the dilapidated (well, more dilapidated) feel of the house. “Something tells me it’s not for a class reunion.”

“Did you get pulled through some kind of magic tornado, too?” I asked her.

“No, I flew in here as a bat. It’s a new thing I learned from Byron.”

“Ha ha,” I said, swatting at her arm.

She smiled back and said, “Yeah, same thing, actually. Like being yanked through the air at nine bajillion miles an hour.” Her face grew serious. “What kind of magic could do that? Look around, Soph. There’s like, at least a hundred of us here. All pulled from God knows where at the same time. That’s not just hard-core, it’s—”

“Scary,” I finished.

The rest of the group was starting to coalesce around the front of the house, and I had the unsettling feeling that we were all waiting for someone—or something—to come out the front door. Like at any second, Mrs. Casnoff was going to step out, and it was just going to be another school year. Jenna and I stayed close together, and we hung to the back of the crowd.

Someone on my other side nudged my shoulder, and I shifted closer to Jenna to make room. And then a hand closed over mine.

Before I even turned my head, I knew.

“Mercer.” Archer smiled down at me. “Fancy meeting you here.”

As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t just throw my arms around his neck and kiss the heck out of him. And I really wanted to. So I settled for lacing my fingers with his and pulling him slightly closer.

Archer here, safe, his hand in mine. And Jenna, pressed tight to my other side. My heart was so full, I could hardly breathe, and even though I tried to keep it light, my voice was strained when I said, “Of course. Everything going to hell, and you turn up. I should’ve known.”

He shrugged, even though his eyes were burning with the same emotion currently racing through my veins. “Eh, Italy was getting boring. Figured I might as well see what you ladies were up to. Jenna,” he said, nodding across me.

I could feel Jenna stiffen slightly; The Eye had killed Jenna’s first girlfriend, who’d also been the vamp that made Jenna. Needless to say, she wasn’t exactly Archer’s biggest fan. Still, she gave a curt nod. “Archer.”

“So, were you covered in golden light and sucked through some kind of vortex to get here, too?” I asked Archer, trying to keep my mind on the task at hand and not the way his fingers were softly stroking my palm.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, golden light, then it was like someone was using my body to do origami. And then, bam, back at Hex Hall. Any idea what’s going on?”

It was Jenna who answered. “None. Do you see anybody you remember?”

“I ran into Evan, the warlock I used to room with, while I was looking for you. He, uh, wasn’t too happy to see me.”

Archer winced a little as he raised a hand to his cheekbone. It looked a little swollen, and a bruise was already forming. “Oh, right,” I said. I’d nearly forgotten the various rumors about Archer after he left the school. “People think you killed Elodie. And tried to kill me, so maybe we should stop with the hand-holding.”

I wasn’t sure if Archer was confused or pissed or some combination of the two, but he dropped my hand, and said, “Why do—”

But whatever he was going to say was cut off as the front door of Hecate Hall slowly creaked open. All heads swiveled toward it, and I swore I could hear footsteps coming from inside. I held my breath and wished I hadn’t told Archer to let go of me.

Mrs. Casnoff stepped out into the dim light, wearing the same suit she’d worn the day I’d met her. That was the only thing that was the same.

She looked a good ten years older than she had the last time I’d seen her, and her hands, as she spread them wide in welcome, were shaking. Her royal blue skirt and jacket seemed to hang on her bony frame, and there was some kind of dark stain on her silk blouse.

But most disturbing of all, her dark blond hair, that hair that she always teased, threatened, or enchanted into ridiculously ornate updos, was now completely white and streaming down her back. It fluttered around her head like spiderwebs.

“Students of Hecate Hall,” she said, her voice wavering like an old lady’s. “Welcome to a new semester.”