Why would you want me to restore my powers? Because the second I do, I’m blasting my way out of here.
Rachel HawkinsAnd then I remembered something. Holy crap, I’d obviously been without magic for way too long to have forgotten one of the coolest spells I could do.
“Stop!” I yelled.. Archer, Cal, and Jenna all skidded to a halt on the sand. I waved my hands at them to come closer. “Okay, everybody hold hands,” I said.
Archer stared at me, one hand pressed to his bleeding chest. “Sophie, this really isn’t the time for a friendship circle.”
“It’s not that,” I said. “It’s this.”
I closed my eyes and channeled all my magic into a transportation spell. There was a rush of icy air, and then we were standing in the grove of trees that housed Hex Hall’s very own Itineris.
“Wow,” Jenna breathed. “It is awesome to have you back.”
Magic and satisfaction rushed through me. “You said it,” I agreed. “Now come on.”
And with that, the four of us dove into the Itineris.
I think we’ve met our quota for tearful reunions,” she chuckled against the top of my head.
“When this is done, I promise I’m never going to leave the house ever again. We’ll just stay in and order pizza and watch bad television.”
Mom pulled away and looked over my shoulder. “Oh, I think you might want to get out every now and then,” she said.
I felt the warm weight of Archer’s hand on my waist. “Hey, I like pizza and bad TV.”
I turned to him, surprised. “Your chest-“
“Cal,” he said by way of explanation. “I owe that guy, like, a mountain of burgers. It’s getting embarrassing.”
Mom flashed me a little smile before saying, “You know, this isn’t how I imagined meeting Sophie’s first real boyfriend.”
“Mom.”
Archer gave me a little squeeze. “You mean I’m the first guy your parents have rescued from an enchanted island via use of a magic mirror? I feel so special.
How? How did you get Torin to Hex Hall?”
Dad blinked rapidly, and at first, I thought he was surprised by my question. Then I realized that, no, he was fighting tears. Seeing my father, who practically had a PhD in Stiff Upper Lip, on the verge of crying because he was so happy to see me made my own eyes sting. Then he cleared his throat, straightened his shoulders, and said, “It was exceedingly difficult.”
I laughed through my tears. “I bet.”
“It was Torin’s idea,” someone said behind me, and I turned to see Izzy standing there. Like my parents and her sister, she was dressed in jeans and a black jacket, although she also had a black cap pulled over her bright hair. “We had tons of old spell books, and after you and Cal disappeared, he started looking through them. Found a spell that would let him travel to a different mirror.”
“Of course, the problem was finding your mirror,” Aislinn said, coming out of the darkness.
“Aren’t you afraid that he’ll permanently peace out from his mirror and start hanging out in girls’ locker rooms or something?”
Aislinn’s eyes slid to Izzy. “Torin has his reasons for wanting to stay with us,” she said, and even in the dim light, I saw red creepy up Izzy’s cheeks. Maybe one day, I’d get to the bottom of whatever was going on there. Preferably once I was done getting to the bottom of the thousand other things on my agenda.
An ancient-looking card table sat in the middle of the room, covered in maps and books. Man, give the Brannicks any space, and they’ll turn it into a War Room.
Aislinn took her customary position on one side of the table. “Okay,” she said. “Tell us everything that’s happened.”
Cal, Archer, Jenna, and I managed to achieve something truly impressive: the four-way glance. “It’s really complicated,” Jenna said at last.
“We used a sixteenth-century warlock trapped in a mirror to tell you where we were,” Dad said dryly. “I think it’s safe to say we’re well-versed in ‘complicated’ by this point.”
Archer gave a little laugh. “I like your dad,” he whispered in my ear.
“You would,” I muttered back.
So should I just conjure a boat?” I asked her now.
She shrugged. “I’m not the one with magic. Just get over however you think is best.”
“I could swim,” I suggested. “Ooh! Or maybe magic up like, a sweet Jet Ski?” I held my hands out in front of me as if I were clutching the handlebars of said sweet Jet Sky. Aislinn watched me for a moment before saying, “Is this what you always do when you’re nervous?”
My hands fell back to my sides. “Pretty much.”
I turned back to the water. “See, the thing is, I’m pretty sure I could make a boat. But then if I do, do I give it a motor? Or a sail? Or am I expected to row myself all the way-“
“Please be quiet until you think of something.” The words themselves weren’t particularly threatening, but Aislinn had a way of looking at you that made you feel like she was mere seconds away from kicking you in the face.
But the main reason was that waking her would’ve meant telling her good-bye, and telling someone good-bye when you’re planning on walking into hell would’ve felt kind of…final.
It was the same reason I hadn’t gone into the hut to find Mom, and why I’d skirted around Archer’s tent. I’d been nearly to the shore when I’d heard him softly call, “Mercer.”
Kneeling in the doorway of his tent, his hair a mess, his Hex Hall uniform ridiculously wrinkled, he’d nearly broken my heart. And when I ran to him as soundlessly as I could and practically dove on top of him, I’d told myself that our kiss was just your normal boyfriend/girlfriend saying good morning thing. Even when he pulled me inside, the tent warm and cozy and smelling like him, I hadn’t let myself think that might be the last time I’d see him.
And when he’d pulled me closer and murmured, “Mercer, I love-“ I had covered his mouth with my hand.
“Don’t say that. Not now. Say it sometime when there is absolutely no chance of death on the horizon, okay?”
He mumbled something beneath my palm, and I rolled my eyes as I pulled it away from his mouth. He dropped a kiss on the tip of my nose. “All I was going to say was that I love this tent you made for me. But I guess I can tell you again later. When you get back.”
Curling my hand around the back of his neck, I’d pulled him down to me. “You better.”
A blush creeping up my neck from the memory, I swung my gaze away from his tent and back toward the lake. I was coming back. I was going to be fine, and getting down into the Underworld to collect demonglass wouldn’t be hard at all. Maybe I’d make it back before lunch.
Of course, I couldn’t make it back if I never left.
What it lacks in pizzaz, it makes up for in practicality,” I said, hoping Aislinn couldn’t hear how terrified I was. But she put her hand on my shoulder-the first time she’d ever touched me-and said, “You’ll be fine. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about you, Sophie Brannick, it’s that you are one tough little thing.”
I almost sad, “Sophie Mercer.” Instead I just said, “Thanks, um, Aunt Aislinn.”
She pulled her hand back. “Let’s not get carried away.”
“Right, sorry.
Between the three of us,” she said, gesturing to her daughters, “we could probably take them all out.”
I winced. “You mean, kill them.”
“No, take them all out for ice cream.
As soon as we were in, the opening closed behind us. “Of course,” I heard Archer say under his breath. I lifted my fingers, and an orb of light sprang from them. Not that it was particularly helpful. All I saw was a bunch of dark, slick granite, and not much else.
“So…is this it?” Jenna asked. “Are we in the Underworld? Because to be honest, I thought it would be hotter.”
I looked around in the gloom. “I…don’t know,” I finally said. “Anyone see a sign that says, Underworld This Way? Preferably with an arrow?”
“Unfortunately, no,” Archer said. “But something feels weird. Is it just me?
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