All Hallows Eve (New England Witch Chronicles Book 4) by Chelsea Luna

Author:Chelsea Luna
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2013-04-20T16:00:00+00:00

A crisp knock sounded at my bedroom door. I folded the corner of Paradise Lost and closed the novel.

Peter walked in and held up a small plastic bag. “I went to the pharmacy. You’d think a witch hunter’s house would have a better first aid kit than the sorry excuse for one I found in the bathroom downstairs.”

My new bedroom was one of the Van Curen guest rooms. The large room had dark cherry wood floors and deep forest green walls. The drapes were thick burgundy and they matched the comforter. There was also a writing desk, an armoire and a queen size bed. Not to mention my own personal bathroom. Pretty nice guestroom digs. Ethan and Emma were in the bedroom next to mine and James was down the hall.

“Is it strange that my family and I are staying in the Van Curen house?”

“No stranger than everything else. I didn’t really think about it, but I guess I am behind enemy lines. Lift your chin.” Peter squirted ointment on the bandage.

“You can’t still think of James as an enemy, do you?”

“Nah. He’s okay.” He pressed the bandage against my throat.

Peter wadded the trash into a ball and shot it into the garbage can. “That was a brave move back at the farmhouse. Tell me you were bluffing.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Lex.”

“I wasn’t.” I tilted my head. The bandage was tight on my throat. The puncture wound was sore, but it wasn’t that painful. I’d had worse. Much worse.

“Lex, you can’t kill yourself.”

“Think about it, Peter.” My eyes went to my purse lying next to me. “If he would have taken it. Then I’m just as good as dead. I bought us time and, hopefully, a little bit of privacy.”

“Do you think Liam’s spirits are watching?” Peter glanced at the ceiling.

“I do. Spirits can’t hear anything unless they possess a body. You and James can’t see red-eyes when they are in people so we have to be careful what we talk about. I’m going to keep it inside that bag, so nobody - from this world or the other one - can see it.”

Peter rubbed his face. “At least you have hope that we can win.”

“Why do you say that?”

He flicked his finger against my paperback copy of Paradise Lost. “If you didn’t think there was a chance we’d win, why would you do homework? Especially reading a poem by John Milton?”

“I like my classical literature class. The theme had me curious.”

“God and the Devil?”

“No, the fall of man.”

“Ah.” Peter flipped through the pages. “Doesn’t this book remind you of -”

“The Archangel Michael casting witches into Hell?”

“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure its fallen angels in this book.” Peter tossed the novel onto the nightstand. “Gamma decided to add the witch twist, remember?”

“I remember. I wonder….”

“What?”

I didn’t know how to word what I wanted to say. “I mean, say we defeat Liam and I survive -”

“We will and you will.”

“Right, but will I be different once I receive my powers? Will I change? My

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