Seriously Wicked: A Novel by Tina Connolly

Author:Tina Connolly
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781466880740
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Published: 2015-05-04T17:00:00+00:00

10

Jenah Hearts Dragons

Relief at sharing my life with someone made me feel all giddy, like I’d just gone whooshing down the slide at the water park, or like that feeling when you suddenly know your crush likes you, and you light up from head to toe.

Joy. Ridiculous joy. Relief.

That’s how I felt now as I watched Jenah’s face light up at the sight of Moonfire. “Do you really see her?” I said.

“Of course. Why not?”

Which made me wonder if maybe Jenah really did see auras, or if there was more magic in regular humans than the witch claimed. Either way, remove one more thing that had made me feel different. Jenah could see the dragon, and Jenah knew about my life.

I mean, it’s not like her knowing was going to measurably help the situation of living with the witch or of stopping the demon in Devon.

But that didn’t matter. I still felt like my whole messed-up life had more hope than it did half an hour ago.

After I checked to make sure Wulfie had made it back inside, I told Jenah the whole story from the beginning while I slopped out the garage and she petted the dragon’s warm hide. Moonfire purred, and before long Jenah got comfortable enough to drape herself along the dragon’s translucent side, in full-body contact with the thrums.

When I got to the part about crashing into Sparkle in the hallway, I pulled out my phone and showed Jenah the picture of ol’ Right-Angle Nose.

“Spooky,” said Jenah. “I don’t understand it.”

“Me neither,” I said. “But I’m hanging on to it. Anything that helps me balance out what she knows about me … What?”

“Not to put mustard in your aura,” said Jenah, “but you could’ve photoshopped it.”

“I didn’t. Sparkle knows it, too.”

“If she thinks about it, she’ll realize that’s an easy way out for her.”

I surveyed my phone glumly. “Photographic proof ain’t what it used to be.”

“Not when images can be anything you want,” said Jenah. “Change reality with a mouse click. Pretty much like magic, isn’t it?”

“It is not,” I said. “Magic is evil.” The memory of the fight with the witch overwhelmed me with rage. “And Sarmine keeps wanting me to work evil spells like her, which is doubly stupid, because she knows perfectly well I don’t have witch blood.”

Jenah cradled her fishnetted knees. “Have you tried any spells?”

“No.” I glared at her. “And don’t start with that maybe-we’re-really-related thing. I told you we aren’t. You don’t know what I saw when I was five.”

“You found out you were stolen?” said Jenah.

“Let’s just say that Sparkle and I saw her perform one of her particularly nasty spells,” I said. “That’s when I knew we weren’t alike. At all.”

Jenah pondered this. “Okay,” she said. “But that wasn’t what I was going to say. You mentioned several times that witches are paranoid and hide things from each other and the world, and honestly, probably from themselves, too. Right?”

“So?”

“So maybe the thing about having to have witch blood isn’t strictly true,” Jenah said.

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