The Girl Who Saved Ghosts by K.C. Tansley

Author:K.C. Tansley [Tansley, K.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: The Unbelievables - Book Two
Publisher: BPG
Published: 2017-07-17T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Percy paced the length of his hotel room and checked his pocket watch again. It had been ten minutes since Ellie had fallen unconscious. Soon, he’d be sending for a doctor and praying that medicine could help her.

I wondered why it was taking so long for Evan to appear. I thought back to the last time we’d traveled into the past. I had fallen into Toria’s body and Evan had dropped into Alistair’s. I knew from my own experience that loss of consciousness was likely, but Alistair hadn’t been out for nearly as long as Ellie had been, and she still showed no signs of stirring.

But then I remembered that Alistair’s quick recovery was the result of Toria’s healing spell. Maybe I should do one for Ellie, but how would that even work? First, I would have to fight for control of Percy’s mind, and then I would have to trust that a Kingsley body could do magic if a Langley was in the driver’s seat. There was nothing to do but try.

Taking control of Percy was easier than I expected. We both wanted Ellie to wake, so my thoughts meshed with his. He didn’t know what he was doing, but he didn’t struggle as I compelled him to find something other than the Kingsley dagger—I didn’t know enough about its powers to risk using that—to prick the skin of his, our, finger. He and Ellie had been taking meals in their room, so it wasn’t difficult to locate another knife. I struggled to remember the words that Toria had used to heal Alistair as I guided Percy to make a small cut. It was strange, but I didn’t mind seeing my own blood when it wasn’t really my own. I realized that, as the Kingsley heir, Percy had shed plenty of blood without flinching. If he was giving me his strength and experience, I was giving him mine. The spell would work. I was sure of it.

I cupped my bloody finger over Ellie and recited the spell.

Usually, when I cast a spell, there was a stirring inside me. A rush of energy. A feeling of my power melding with the spell and making something happen.

Right now, I didn’t feel any of it.

And Ellie didn’t stir.

The spell hadn’t worked. I tried it again, saying the words more loudly and with all the conviction I could muster.

I felt nothing and Ellie didn’t move.

I had been so certain this would work. Why wasn’t it working?

I wrapped Percy’s handkerchief around my finger and squeezed it to stop the flow of blood.

And then I realized that, although my consciousness was inside Percy, it wasn’t my body, my finger, or my blood.

I was sharing the body of a Kingsley. The blood I had shed was not Langley blood. I didn’t know how to work magic without my ring—which was not on Percy’s finger—or my own blood—which was not in Percy’s veins. Why had my ring time-traveled with me to 1886, but not to 1831? I considered the facts.

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