light. It will bring you back from the dark.”
Say what?
Everyone at the table’s eyeballs popped out of their heads. Well that was awkward. I didn’t know about the rest of my friends, but I had to get out of there. I jerked my hands out from underneath her and stood. “Thanks,” I mumbled and promptly left.
“ That was like no tarot reading I’d ever seen,” Sophie mumbled as she slipped into the backseat. She gave me a pointed look that said we had to tell Gavin about what happened.
I sighed.
She was right.
The whispers of the night fell silent the whole way home. Even Tori had nothing to say, and that was a first. I guess our little visit to wacky Janessa had us all on edge. Come tomorrow, I figured Tori and Austin would have a string of questions. They would be raving about the fortuneteller for weeks.
I just wanted to forget it.
When I got home, I was too tired to put any real thought into dinner. Aunt Clara was going to be at the shop late, so I was on my own.
Joy .
Grabbing a package of Ram en, I dumped the noodles and water into a bowl and popped it into the microwave, then set the timer. I stared at my hands, wondering if I could just zap the water to boiling. My stomach growled. I was too hungry to experiment on my dinner. Storms were more my thing anyway. I guess I could strike the soup with a bolt of lightning—messy.
As I waited for my soup, I gazed out the kitchen window, frowning. The moon swarmed white and full tonight. I loved twilight. Nightfall on the beach with the foamy water at my feet was nirvana.
The microwave dinged. Gripping my unhealthy bowl of noodles, I went into the small study and sat at the desk. Powering up the laptop my aunt and I shared, I slurped on the soup as I waited. There had been something nagging at me since my bizzaro reading with Janessa.
It was not as if I could ask Lukas, because then I would have to explain that I had my cards read, which would be followed by uncontrollable laughter. I mean there had to be some things I could figure out on my own.
I pulled up Google and typed in MOONDUST. I’m not sure what I was expecting to get, but it was mostly crap about video games and literally dust from the moon. I don’t think Janessa had been implying either of those things—I hoped not. Otherwise I totally got scammed. But I knew that she wasn’t a fake. There are some things you can’t pretend.
Q uickly, I realized that I needed to be a little more specific.
Let’s try this again, Google.
This time I typed MOONDUST IN SPELLS and hit enter. Skimming headline after headline, I found nothing of real use that told me what moondust was. But I did get quite acquainted with some wacky spells I contemplating trying, and then I thought better of it. I didn’t want to blow up my house. Ugh. That was the last thing I needed—to be homeless.
By the time I gave up the search, my half-eaten noodles were cold and stuck together. I dropped the bowl into the sink, too drowsy to even clean it off.
Just as I was about to head to the stairs, I hea rd a rap on the window at the back door. For a startled moment, my heart jumped in my chest. What if it was another witch attempting to chop my head off… or worse? Was there something worse than losing your head?
Peep ing around the corner, I saw a shadowy figure through the window. Panic squeezed my ribs. The figure’s head glanced up, and I felt a scream bubble up in the back of my throat. My fingers clenched the wall.
Eyes like dark blue diamonds sparkled through the glass.
“Gavin,” I exhaled.
Chapter 6
“Hey,” he greeted me nonchalantly like I hadn’t just almost peed myself.
I pulled him inside by the front of his hoodie. “Damn it. You scared the crap out of me, by the way.”
Gavin smirked. “Sorry,” he said, though he didn’t look it.
I shut the door and ran my hands up and down my arms. Brr. It was cold out side. “What are you doing here?”
“I needed to see you. I hope that