Demonglass

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  "Its a big island, Jenna,"I said. "And even if Archer is there, I seriously doubt hes anywhere near Prodigium. That would be stupid. Archers a lot of things, but hes not an idiot. "

  Jenna turned her attention back to her food, but when her green beans had made their third circuit around her plate, I pushed my dinner away and said, "Spit it out. "

  She put down her fork and looked into my eyes. "What would you do, though, if you did see him?"

  I held her gaze for as long as I could. I knew what she wanted me to say. She wanted me to tel her that Id turn him in to the Council-who would almost certainly execute him-or maybe even that I would kil him myself.

  For the first time in a long time, I let myself remember Archer, real y remember him. His brown eyes and slow smile. His laugh, and how I felt when I was with him. How his voice sounded when he cal ed me "Mercer. "

  The way he had kissed me.

  I lowered my eyes to the table. "I dont know,"I final y said.

  Jenna sighed, but she didnt say anything more about it. After a moment we started talking about the trip again, and I made Jenna laugh by wondering aloud if there was such a thing as vampire high tea. "And when you ask for Earl Grey, you actual y get Earl Grey,"I summed up, sending Jenna into another fit of giggles.

  I felt better as we left the dining hal , and Jenna must have too, since she looped her arm through mine to walk up the stairs.

  But the thought shed put in my mind refused to die, and I fel asleep that night seeing Archers eyes and hoping with most of my heart he wasnt in England.

  Even as a not so tiny part of it hoped that he was.

  Three weeks later, I left for England.

  Mom and Mrs. Casnoff walked down to the ferry with the four of us late in the afternoon. Moms eyes were red, so I knew shed been crying, but she tried to seem cheerful as she helped Jenna and me load our luggage. "Make sure you take lots of pictures,"she told me. "And if you come back using words like queueor lorry,Il be very upset. "

  We stood on the deck, the sea breeze ruffling our hair. Jenna had already claimed a bench in the shade, and Cal was talking in a low voice to Mrs.

  Chapter 3

  Casnoff. I saw her look over his shoulder at me, and wondered how she felt about me leaving for the summer. She was probably pumped, or as pumped as Mrs. Casnoff got. God knows, Id brought nothing but trouble to Hecate Hal .

  I also wondered if I should have told her about Elodies ghost. Actual y, I knew I should have. If Id told her about Alice when she first appeared to me, maybe Elodie wouldnt be a ghost. It was a thought that had burned at the back of my brain for months, and here I was making the same mistake al over again.

  Before I could think about that any more, Mom wrapped her arms around me. We were about the same height, and I could feel her tears at my temple when she said, "Im going to miss your birthday next month. Ive never missed your birthday. "

  My throat was so tight that I couldnt speak, so I just hugged her closer.

  "Sophie,"Dad said, appearing at my elbow. "Its time to go. "

  I nodded and gave Mom one last squeeze. "Il cal lots, I promise,"I told her as we pul ed apart. "And Il be back before you know it. "

  Mom wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand and gave me one of her dazzling smiles. Dad drew in a sharp breath next to me, but when I glanced over at him, he had turned away.

  "Good-bye, James,"Mom cal ed after him.

  Cal, Jenna, and I stood at the railing as the ferry pul ed away from the dock. Mrs. Casnoff stood on the shore, watching us go, but Mom was already walking back into the woods that surrounded the beach. I was glad. It was a miracle I hadnt started sobbing already.

  The ferry chugged out into the brown water. Over the trees, we could make out the very top of Hecate Hal .

  "I havent been away from this place since I was thirteen years old,"Cal said softly. "Six years. "

  Id never asked Cal what hed done that had landed him at Hecate Hal . He just didnt seem like the type of guy to do the dangerous spel s that usual y got warlocks sent to the school. Hed decided to stay on after his eighteenth birthday, although Id never been clear on whether that had been by choice. But the farther we got from the school, the more troubled he looked.

  Even Jenna, who usual y acted like she was composing a thesis on al the ways Hecate sucked, looked wistful.

  I stared at the bit of roof I could see against the blue sky, and a strong sense of foreboding came over me, as though the sun had gone behind a cloud.

  The three of us will never come back here.

  The thought was so startling that I shivered. I tried to shake it off. That was ridiculous. We were going to England for three months, and wed be back at Hecate by August. Premonition isnt one of my powers, so I was just being paranoid.

  Stil , the feeling stayed with me long after Graymalkin Island had faded in the distance.

  * * *

  "Being a demon should make you immune to jet lag,"I mumbled hours and hours later as a sleek black car carried us through the English countryside. The long flight from Georgia to England had been pretty uneventful. Except that Cal had sat next to me.

  Which was fine. Real y.

  It wasnt like Id been hyperaware of his presence and jumped the three times his knee bumped mine. And after that third time, he definitely hadnt shot me a kind of disgusted look and said, "Chil out, wil you?"

  And when Jenna gave us both a quizzical look, we hadnt snapped, in unison, "Nothing!"Because al of that would have been weird, and Cal and I werent weird. We were cool.

  "Youl feel better soon,"Dad said. For the first time since Id met him, his eyes were bright and he actual y looked relaxed. I guess being back in the motherland wil do that to a guy.

  Jenna was practical y bouncing with excitement, but Cal looked as tired as I felt. I hadnt been able to fal asleep on the plane, and I was paying for it now. My eyes felt gritty and hot, and al I could think about was col apsing into a bed. After al , my poor body thought it was six a. m. , but in England it was nearly lunchtime. Plus, wed been driving for what felt like hours.

  When the plane had landed in London, Id assumed the car would take us to a house in the city, or maybe to Council Headquarters so Dad could do business stuff. But the car had driven out of the crowded streets and past smal houses al clustered together that reminded me of a Dickens story.

  Gradual y, the brick buildings had given way to trees and rol ing green hil s. I saw more sheep than I thought existed.

  "So we came al the way to England just to hang out in the middle of nowhere?"I asked, leaning my aching head on Jennas shoulder.

  "We did,"Dad replied.

  Cal smiled. Wel , of course hed be thril ed to be stuck on some British farm al summer long, I thought grumpily, my visions of Big Ben and Buckingham Palace and Tower Bridge crumbling. Probably al sorts of English plants to heal-

  Then I caught sight of a house.

  Although, cal ing it a house was like cal ing the Mona Lisa a painting, or Hecate Hal a school. The term was technical y correct, but it didnt even begin to sum up the reality of the object.

  This house was one of the biggest buildings Id ever seen, and made of a light, golden-colored stone that looked warm to the touch. It sat nestled in a lush val ey, an emerald green lawn stretching in front of it, while a forested hil rose in the back. A thin, shining ribbon of water curved graceful y along one side of the property. Literal y hundreds of windows glittered in the sunlight.

  "Wow,"Cal said, leaning over to look out the window.

  "This is where were staying?"I asked.

  Dad just smiled, looking way too satisfied with himself. "I told you there would be room for al of us,"he said, and I caught myself smiling back. We held each others eyes for a second, but I broke away first, nodding toward the house. "Dont houses like that always have a name?"

  "More often than not,"he answered. "This is Thorne Abbey. "

  Something a
bout that name was familiar, but I couldnt think why. "It used to be a church?"

  "Not that actual house. It wasnt built until the late sixteenth century. But there was an abbey on the land. "

  He went into lecture mode, talking about how the abbey had been razed under Henry VI I, and the land given to the Thorne family.

  But to be honest, I wasnt real y listening. I was watching several people walk out the front door of the house. Then I spotted a pair of wings and wondered who exactly Dads friends were.

  The car rumbled over a stone bridge and pul ed into a circular drive. Dad got out of the car first, and as he opened my door, I suddenly wished Id worn something nicer than a faded pair of jeans and a plain green T-shirt.

  Impossibly wide steps led up to a terrace made of the same golden-colored stone as the rest of the house. There were six people standing there, two dark-haired kids who looked about my age, and four adults. I guessed they were al Prodigium. Wel , the faerie was obvious, but I could sense magic hovering around the rest of them, too.

  The day was warmer than Id expected, and I felt a few beads of sweat pop out on my brow. The gravel crunched under my feet, and in the distance I heard birds singing. Jenna appeared at my elbow, her earlier excitement gone, her fingers moving over her bloodstone.

  Dad placed a hand on the smal of my back and steered me up the steps. "Everyone, this is Sophie. My daughter. "

  Suddenly I felt something surge in my blood. Something like magic, but darker, more powerful. It was coming from the two teenagers near the back of the crowd. They were the only ones not smiling, and the boy-who looked weirdly familiar-was glaring at me.

  Realization slammed into my chest, and it was al I could do not to gasp.

  They were demons.

  I stared at the demon kids, numbness seeping through me. Dad and I were supposed to be the only demons in the world, so how-

  A sudden, horrifying thought came to me: holy hel weasel, were these kids my half- siblings? Had Dad dragged me al the way to England to play out some twisted version of the Brady Bunch?

  "What is this?"I choked out, meaning the other demons.

  But Dad smiled proudly. "This is Council Headquarters. "

  Behind me, I heard Cal let out a long breath, like hed been holding it, as a woman with dark blond hair stepped out from the group and offered her hand. "Sophia, were so thril ed youl be with us this summer. Im Lara. "

  I shook her hand, even as I shot a glance at the demon kids. They were whispering to each other.

  "Lara is a Council member, and my second-in-command, you might say,"Dad said.

  Lara didnt let go of my hand right away. "Ive heard so much about you, both from your father and from Anastasia. "

  "Mrs. Casnoff?"Oh, God, if thats where this woman had gotten her Sophie Mercer gossip, I was surprised shed greeted me with a handshake instead of an exorcism.

  "Lara and Anastasia are sisters,"Dad said.

  "Okay,"I replied, trying to process that. Then something else occurred to me. "I thought Council Headquarters was in London. "

  A deep vertical line appeared between Laras brows. "It is. Due to some unforeseen events weve decided to relocate for the summer. "Now that I knew she was Mrs. Casnoffs sister, I could see-and hear-the resemblance. I wondered if the demon teenagers were the "unforeseen events,"or if there was more messed up stuff happening. Wouldnt have surprised me.