Wicked Chill (Away From Whipplethorn Book Four) by Hartoin A.W

Author:Hartoin, A.W.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: teen romance, teen fantasy, teen adventure, urban fantasy teen, fairy fairies fantasy middle grade mg tween ya young adult humor, teen fantasy coming of age, teen and young adult fantasy thriller epic, teen fairytale
Publisher: A.W. Hartoin

Chapter Twenty

I NOSE-DIVED down the center of the North tower. Gerald couldn’t keep up and I didn’t want him to. He’d start talking, questioning. He’d want to know what I thought about the gargoyles and I thought it was a very bad thing. So far the master secretary hadn’t noticed the gargoyles following me around. There was no way he wouldn’t notice that the gargoyles that had been infesting the cathedral for nearly a thousand years were now glowing. If I was very unlucky, he’d notice that their scales now matched my wings, purple and green. Ibn’s spell I used to mask my luminescence didn’t change the colors and now it was too late. All he’d have to do was see me being followed by a bunch of purple and green glowing gargoyles to figure out there was a connection.

Gerald tugged on my foot as I swooped through the tower entrance and into the nave. I intended to go straight to Bentha, but Iris cut me off. She flew straight into my face and I barely managed to avoid hitting her. As it was she spun around with her bucket of water that sloshed out onto the head of an unsuspecting cathedral employee, who cursed and dried his head with an over-sized handkerchief.

“I’ve got the water,” said Iris. “Where’s Victory?”

“With Penelope. She’s looking for you,” I said.

“Is my darling okay?”

“He’s not that darling, but he’s fine. I have to go.” I flew around her, but she snagged my traveling bag.

“What’s wrong? Is it Victory? Just tell me. I can handle it,” said Iris all in a panic.

Gerald zoomed up. “It’s not Victory. It’s the gargoyles.”

She made a face. “What about them? Did they die or something?”

“Or something,” I said.

“It was amazing.” Gerald tapped his chin. “I’m going to study them with a scientific journal and everything. Can you imagine what this means if it’s permanent?”

“I imagine that the master secretary and Rickard are going to be more suspicious than ever.”

“Oh, yeah. There’s that. But think of the power. A species, stable for a thousand years changed in ten minutes. Amazing. I wonder if you could do it again.”

“Do what?” asked Iris.

“That was an accident,” I said. “I won’t be doing it again. You need to use that brain you’re always bragging about and figure out how to hide this.”

Iris sloshed her water again and dumped half her bucket on the employee’s head. He looked up at us and scowled. “I know you’re there,” he said in German.

We stared down and Iris waved. “Hi.”

“Stupid ghosts,” said the human. “I tell the director, but nobody listens to Helmut. No ghosts in the cathedral. Idiots.” He stomped away with a polishing cloth and began working on another statue.

“Ghosts?” asked Iris.

“He means us,” I said.

“Oh, right. Now what are you hiding?”

“Tell her, Gerald. I’ve got more things to screw up.” I darted away down the nave at my top speed and flew up to the servants’ entrance under the tomb to find Lonica blocking the entrance.

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