The Enchanter Heir by Chima Cinda Williams

Author:Chima, Cinda Williams [Chima, Cinda Williams]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult, Adventure, Romance, Paranormal, Fantasy, Fiction - Young Adult
ISBN: 9781423144342
Amazon: 1423144341
Goodreads: 9409614
Publisher: Disney-Hyperion
Published: 2013-10-01T07:00:00+00:00

After returning Kenzie to his room, Jonah descended to the first floor, exited out the front, then circled around and reentered through the glassed-over courtyard in back. Summer and winter, this place was an oasis in the city, filled with plants and flowers, a vegetable and herb garden, a fountain. All of the Safe Passage rooms let out onto this courtyard.

Jonah caught a whiff of Gabriel’s highly potent ganja from across the courtyard. The door to Octagon stood open, and Jonah walked into a smoky haze.

The lights were dim, candles all around, each flame haloed. Mose was sprawled in one of the custom-made recliners that most clients at Safe Passage preferred to beds. He was wrapped in a fleecy blanket, his arms and legs poking out like chicken bones from a nest of feathers. Natalie sat in a chair next to the bed, her expression grim, her nose pinked up from crying, holding Mose’s hand. She’d never gotten used to facing off with death…and losing.

Severino was sound asleep in another visitor’s chair, one arm flung over his eyes.

Mose was wearing headphones, but when he saw Jonah, he slid them off and set them on the table beside the bed. Rock and roll leaked out, obviously set on maximum volume. “Jonah!” he said. “No more worries about ruining my hearing.” He lifted a Corona from the cup holder on the recliner and tilted it toward Jonah. “Want one?”

Jonah shook his head. “Not tonight.”

“Hey now, think it over, man,” Mose said. “Bar’s open. Irish wake.”

“All right,” Jonah said. He crossed the room and reached into the cooler next to Mose’s bed, fishing out a bottle. Wiping it on his jeans, he cracked it open and took a sip. “What are we celebrating?”

Mose patted the cushion beside him. “Please. Sit down.”

“I’m pretty nasty, to tell you the truth,” Jonah said, brushing at his clothes. “You don’t want me on your bed.”

“You mess up the bed, it’s not my problem.”

Jonah sat on the side of the bed, rolling the bottle between his hands. “Are you in any pain?”

“No, I had me a great massage and a spell in the hot tub and few tokes on Gabriel’s primo weed. Natalie’s been hanging out with me…she’s totally set on soothe. I’m feeling pretty mellow, to tell you the truth.”

“So. What’s going on?”

“Tomorrow—no—today’s the day, man,” Mose said, glancing at his phone. “Today’s the day I cross over to the dark side.”

“No,” Jonah said, shaking his head. “No. That can’t be right.”

“I swear, it’s true. I got back here and looked in the mirror, and bam! There he was—death, looking me right in the eye. Giving me that come-hither look.”

“I think you messed up.”

“Have I ever been wrong before?” Mose raised an eyebrow.

“You never applied your gift to yourself before,” Jonah said. “And you’ve been sick. It stands to reason that you’re off your game.”

Mose snorted. “Let’s go over that argument: you’ve been sick, so you can’t be dying. You’re going to have to do better than that, Kinlock.

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