Wraithwood by Alyssa Roat

Author:Alyssa Roat [Roat, Alyssa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mountain Brook Ink
Published: 2021-07-14T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

The next morning, Brinnie woke slowly. She reached over and scratched her right arm, then froze when her fingers hit the smooth, raised skin of a scar.

My uncle is a wizard, magic is real, and I’m living in a magical house. She almost snorted at the absurdity of it. Then she frowned. Of course, I almost got killed by wizard wackos and apparently they’re out to destroy humanity. That was slightly less exciting.

She threw on some clothes and went downstairs to the kitchen. Mrs. Winslow was cracking eggs into a skillet.

“Good morning.” Brinnie stepped across the threshold.

“Good morning, dear.” Mrs. Winslow turned around with a smile, then gasped as her gaze fell to Brinnie’s arm. “Oh!”

Oops. She had forgotten to cover it. “Yeah. It healed quick. But I probably shouldn’t let Marcie see it. I wouldn’t be able to explain it very well.”

Mrs. Winslow just looked at it for a moment, her hand in front of her mouth. She quickly turned away, back to the eggs. “Yes, dear, find something to cover it with.”

“Is it that bad?”

She glanced back, her lips pressed together. “No...”

“What’s wrong?” The man had hinted at a meaning behind the scar. But what?

The dining room door swung open as Miss Burtle walked in from the front of the house. Brinnie turned toward her, and her eyes went to Brinnie’s arm. “That’s not good,” she said with a grim expression.

“What?” Brinnie tried to look at the scar more closely. “It looks like it’s healing great.”

“Eira is going to kill Merlin,” Miss Burtle stated.

“Brinnie, that’s a mark. A mark of...the enemy,” Mrs. Winslow said slowly, wiping her hands on a rag. “It doesn’t go away.”

“Like, ever?”

“Never. It will look like that the rest of your life,” Miss Burtle said bluntly.

Um...no thanks. “Even if I put Vitamin E on it every day?”

“It was an enchanted blade. A mark made by an enchanted blade—it doesn’t fade,” Mrs. Winslow explained.

To distract herself from the fact that she was likely stuck with an unwanted tattoo forever, she asked a different question. “So Mr. Winslow will have a weird scar like this too? Was that an enchanted blade?”

They looked at each other. “It was, but no, he won’t,” Miss Burtle said finally.

“So I can get rid of it?”

“No. You can’t, dear.” Mrs. Winslow’s expression was so sympathetic it made Brinnie worried. “But you should hurry and do something about it before Marcie comes in here.”

“Okay. I don’t understand, though.”

“Keep it covered or the enemy will see it and kill you. That’s basically what you need to know,” Miss Burtle said.

“Edna!” Mrs. Winslow shook her head. “You’ll be fine, dear. But hurry along, now.”

Brinnie went back upstairs and changed into a long-sleeved shirt. If I were planning on getting a tattoo, I’d get something cooler than this. And something a little less deadly. She tried not to think about it. She was sure the enemy had better things to do than track down teenage girls and kill them. She would be fine.

She hoped.

Downstairs, breakfast was ready.

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