Read Vengeance for Free Online Page A

mind off the break-up, so I did my best to have a good time. But I couldn’t forget about everything that had happened recently. By the time Amber offered to drive me home, I was more than ready to head out .
    “This was fun,” I said as Shannon walked us to the front door. “Thanks for dragging me out of the house today.”
    “Sitting home sulking is never good for anyone,” Shannon said. “And going to the mall was helpful, right?”
    “Yeah.” I looked warily at Amber, not wanting her to know about Mystic Pathways. Even though the two of them were best friends, I had a feeling she didn’t know about Shannon’s connection to the store. “Very helpful. I’m glad we went.”
    “And how come I didn’t get invited on this mall trip?” Amber crossed her arms and glared at Shannon.
    “Would you have wanted to wake up before noon on a Sunday?” Shannon retorted. She raised an eyebrow, already knowing what Amber’s response would be.
    “Good point,” Amber said.  “I would have been pissed if you woke me up.”
    “Anything before 1:00 PM is early for Amber on the weekend,” Shannon explained.
    “I like my sleep, too,” I said. “And honestly, you surprised me. I didn’t peg you as a morning person.”
    “Sometimes people are full of surprises.” Shannon laughed.
    That was an understatement—Shannon was the last person I expected to be involved with mystic-psychic stuff.
    And Lizzie was the last person I expected to go after my boyfriend behind my back.
    It goes to show that no matter how close you think you are with someone, you can never know them completely.
    “I’m so not in the mood for school tomorrow,” Amber grumbled when we reached the door.
    “I’m never in the mood for school,” Shannon said.
    “Is anyone ever?” I asked. They agreed.
    However, school tomorrow morning felt a long way off. I reached into my bag and wrapped my hand around the warm vial, smiling at the feel of it.
    To say the night was still young was the understatement of the century.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 9
     
     
    My dad was getting ready for bed when I got home. After telling him about my trip to the mall and hanging out at Shannon’s, I was able to go up to my room and get the privacy I’d need for what was coming next.
    To make sure my dad was fast asleep when I started doing the spell, I killed some time watching two shows I’d recorded on my DVR. I wasn’t focused on the shows though—my thoughts kept wandering to the conversation I had with Drew at his house. Not only did he look happy, but he said he was happy, too. The entire time we dated, I’d never seen him quite so relaxed and content as he was now. Did I really have a right to take that away from him, to control him with Genevieve’s spell?
    Then I reminded myself of what I’d seen of the past. Drew and I were meant to be together. I wasn’t sure why things were different this time around—why he thought he loved Lizzie—but I knew this was all wrong. Even though Drew thought he was happy, I didn’t see how it could be possible. Once I put things back to the way they should be, he would realize his mistake. He would know he was supposed to be with me. In the end, what I was about to do would help him.
    I hoped that was true with all of my heart. 
    I was sleepy by the time the shows were over, but I wasn’t letting myself go to bed yet. I had important things to do. It was time to push my doubts aside and make things right again. Drew would soon realize he’s supposed to be with me, and Lizzie would finally know how it feels to have the guy you love choose your best friend over you.
    The kind of love that transcends time doesn’t come around very often. I wasn’t about to lose it.
    I picked up my purse, took out the vial filled with the red liquid and the candle, and put them on the floor in front of my full-length mirror. I placed a plate under the candle so the wax wouldn’t drip on my carpet. Even