The Secret of the Sacred Four by E J Elwin

Author:E J Elwin [Elwin, E J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9798609507525
Publisher: E.J. Elwin
Published: 2020-04-03T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 15

The Sacred Breakfast

Breakfast, witches!”

I opened my eyes to see soft morning sunlight through the bedroom window. Jessica’s voice echoed through the house, and the delicious smell of toasted bread and frying sausages wafted in through the bedroom door. Unless she was standing right outside the door with a tray of freshly cooked food, and I was sure she wasn’t, I couldn’t understand how the smell was so strong. The kitchen was all the way down on the first floor, separated from me by the sunroom, the living room, the long winding staircase, and at least two closed doors. It had to be some kind of spell, a magical way to motivate anyone still sleeping to rise for breakfast. It was working on me.

I sat up and marveled at how refreshed I felt. The bed was deliriously comfortable, the sheets sinfully soft and silky. I looked around at the white walls illuminated by the bright morning sunshine, and thought what an unlikely beginning it was to a day in which a deadly battle would take place.

I stepped out into the hallway at the same time that the three girls were stepping out of their rooms. Sylvie and Lizzie came out of the same room and I guessed that Lizzie had not wanted to be alone during her first night in this house.

“Nice shirt,” said Sylvie, pointing at Jasper’s Harley Davidson t-shirt.

“Thanks,” I said. “It’s—”

“Jasper’s,” she said. “I figured.” She took a deep sniff of the air and sighed in appreciation. “That is the best damn alarm clock I’ve ever had.”

“That’s right, you were hungry,” I said, remembering that we had gone to Huerta’s Restaurant at her suggestion.

“Ugh, yes,” she said. “It’s a shame you didn’t get to try the food at Huerta’s, it’s amazing.”

“Aw,” Hortensia smiled. “My mom would love to hear that. It’s all based on her recipes.”

“We’ll definitely go back,” said Sylvie. “For a little victory dinner.” She and Hortensia grinned but Lizzie looked troubled. We began to descend the long winding staircase when Sylvie suddenly stopped. “Hey, watch this,” she said.

She put a hand on the polished wooden banister, then leapt over it. Lizzie made a sound between a gasp and a shriek as we watched Sylvie fall past the big silver chandelier toward the hardwood living room floor below. I knew, however, that she wasn’t falling, but flying.

She soared gracefully through the air toward the armchairs and the wood and crystal coffee table, kicking out her feet in a running motion as if she were bounding down an invisible hill. She slowed to a gentle hover before landing lightly on her feet next to the coffee table.

I was in awe of her boldness. She’d gotten these powers less than twelve hours ago and already had such command over them. Master of the air, indeed, I thought, remembering Harriet’s words.

“That is so cool!” shouted Hortensia, excitedly running down the stairs. Lizzie and I clambered down after her as Sylvie took an exaggerated bow that was also a curtsy.

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