Shadow Mage: (Witchling Wars: Luxra Echelon, Book 1) by Shawn Knightley

Author:Shawn Knightley [Knightley, Shawn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocket Fairy Press LLC
Published: 2020-10-20T05:00:00+00:00

10

A long night of sleep, an extra-large helping of Thai curry from a diner down the road, a set of fresh clothes, and I was feeling relatively normal again. The only problem was that normal for me now meant a feeling of dread constantly making a home inside my acid stomach.

I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, letting the wild mane of my curls cascade down my back. William was kind enough to pick up a few items of clothing for me. Or so I thought. As I stood in front of the bathroom mirror a familiar smell wafted over my senses. I took the sleeve of the gray jacket he gave me and held it just under my nose. My mother’s favorite perfume seeped into my senses, sending a wave of memories through my mind. William kept my mom’s clothes over the years. There was the scent of dust there as well, suggesting maybe they sat in a box inside his closet. Nevertheless, she and I were roughly the same size. They fit me well enough if I rolled up the jeans a little over the boot and hiked up the sleeves an inch or two.

I stared at myself in the mirror, knowing that this day would probably be the worst of it. After today, I could set my sights on finding out exactly what happened in the car that night. If the wreck was intentional, I was going to find out who caused it. If a demon seduced Annette just to set a trap for her, I would find him and kill him. But not today. Today was the memorial service for Annette, Emily, and Caitlyn in one of the larger auditoriums on campus. Their families were in town to collect their remains to take home for burial in a few days. I didn’t want to be seen, I didn’t want the attention, and I especially didn’t want to be bombarded by endless questions. But most of all, I didn’t want to see the looks on their family’s faces when they were forced to see the one person who survived the crash. The guilt weighed down on me hard enough without knowing the wreck might have been intentional.

I gripped onto the porcelain bathroom counter, trying to choke back tears. A lump formed deep inside my throat, making my efforts feel hallow.

A knock came at the door.

“Are you ready?” William asked me on the other side of the thick wood.

“Yes,” I croaked out. “I’m coming.”

I rubbed my eyes to make the redness look like nothing more than the steam of the shower agitating my eyes. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

William wasn’t wild about the idea of me going to the memorial service but he respected it. I suppose he realized I needed closure just like everyone else at uni. Only I wouldn’t get such a luxury until I knew the truth about what happened that night.

I opened the door to the bathroom and let William lead me outside.

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