More Than Just Luck (The Luck Series Book 4) by Jaclyn Weist

Author:Jaclyn Weist [Weist, Jaclyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dragons & Fairy Tales Press
Published: 2018-02-23T06:00:00+00:00

The game was a hard one. We’d been warned that Ireland was good, but that was an understatement. They beat us quickly in the first set, only giving us a couple of points. I had expected creatures to show up, since they’d followed us to other countries, but it had been quiet so far. I also had yet to see Ethan or Jakob, and I hoped it would stay that way.

The second set was a lot better, but only because I concentrated on my luck the entire time. It was the only way to get past their blocks. I never applied more than what I normally used. I didn’t want to cheat, but I didn’t squash it down, either.

We lost the third set after a long, hard fight, but managed to grab a win in the fourth. We were now tied, and I felt confident we could win. Or at least, I did until both boys showed up, along with a few fairies and angry-looking leprechauns. Awesome. Why now? Why couldn’t they just leave me alone?

The girls could see the ball going in the wrong direction, but of course, they didn’t know why. All of the leprechauns and clurichauns I’d met on this trip had been willing to help me out, but these creatures seemed bent on making our team lose.

We were up by one for game point, and I was on the front row. The serve went over, and I watched carefully, trying to pay attention both to the game, and to where the creatures were so I could counteract whatever they were doing.

The ball came to our side. Hannah passed it to Shelby, who set it to me. I could hear the angry mutters from the fairies and leprechauns as they raced to mess with my spike. I did what I’d told myself I wouldn’t—I added a little more of the luck I pulled from a leprechaun just as I went up to hit the ball. It somehow went between the hands of the opposing team and sped toward the ground, past where any of the girls could get it. We’d won. It was a very hard win, and it felt good.

We cheered for our team and then for Ireland’s team before congratulating them, then ran back to the bench to change my shoes and grab a drink.

Mom came down from the crowd and grabbed me in a hug. “That was an amazing hit! I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks.” I beamed, but even still she must have caught my worry.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Nothing. It’s fine.”

We headed out of the gym, and I heard a low, gruff voice behind me. I waited for everyone else to pass before I went back to where he stood.

“I’ve ’eard of you.” The leprechaun leaned against the gym wall, glowering.

My stomach dropped. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He leaned forward. “Aye, bu’ I think you do. No ’uman can use luck like you jus’ did. Yer tha’ girl who stole the luck from us.

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