while I waited for the others to finish checking in. I had no idea where Asher, Abby, and Fallon had run off to, but in a place as big as this, it was easy to see how a person could get lost.
I took a moment to take in my surroundings, and finally saw just how stunning the place was.
The focal point of the living area was a huge round fireplace mounted right in the middle of the room. Openings to the roaring fire were placed around its circumference and a bench littered with cushy pillows invited people to sit and enjoy the warmth. Although it was the middle of summer outside, the air conditioning was on so high that the fire was a welcome attraction. I wondered if they kept things this way to lend to the wintry cabin atmosphere.
I walked around the stone fireplace until I got to the area hidden by the sign-in table. This part of the room was even grander than the entryway. A fifteen-foot cherry-wood coffee table sat between two wide couches that looked more like beds than living room furniture. The burgundy color of the fabric complemented the wooden beams and panels that were exposed around us. Four oversize lounge chairs with large armrests flanked each end of the coffee table, creating a comfy place for friends to gather.
Looking up, there was a huge chandelier, hovering in the air. There were no chains to hold the structure of twisted gold-and-black metal in place. That would be the work of magic. Dozens of large white candles flickered in their holders, giving off an almost ethereal glow to everything below.
âThere you are,â Asher said, sneaking up behind me and kissing me gently on the cheek. âLost you for a minute. What are you doing all the way over here?â
âJust checking things out,â I said, unwilling to admit that I was avoiding the counselor whoâd scolded me for using my powers on him. Turning to face my gorgeous boyfriend, I placed my arms around his neck and tried my best to distract myself from how off I felt. âSo, who are you bunking with?â
âHudson Contois and Dane Giles,â Asher said, reading the names off a piece of paper.
âI thought just Abby and I would be rooming together, but weâve got a newbie in with us, too,â I said, unable to hide my disappointment.
âCome on, Had. Itâll be good for us to meet some new people,â he said. âExpand our magical horizons. Make new friends and all that. I bet everyoneâs really cool. Youâll see.â
âYouâre probably right,â I said, hoping it was true. Just because Iâd had a tough time getting close to those in my own coven at first didnât mean that camp would be a repeat experience. In fact, maybe weâd have so much fun this summer that weâd decide to come back as counselors next year and then, after weâd both graduated from college, Asher would propose to me in front of all our new friends and our assigned campers and weâd get married here in Colorado and live happily ever after. All because weâd come to Brighton.
I sighed as I let the daydream play itself out and then let my body melt into Asherâs.
âWeâre not fighting a supernatural war. Everyone we love is currently safe. Weâre here together. Iâm not going to let anything ruin this summer,â I said, leaning in to give Asher another kiss.
Just before our lips could touch, a voice I didnât recognize called out from behind me.
âAsher?â
Asher stiffened and pulled away, looking over my shoulder at the girl whoâd just called his name. His eyes widened as recognition set in.
âBrooklyn?â
Chapter Four
Brooklyn ? Who the heck is Brooklyn?
I stared at Asher, but he was no longer focused on me. His mouth was actually hanging open; he looked slightly in shock. Iâd never seen him lose his cool before. And here it was, over another girl.
Please donât let her be pretty . . . give her a hideous