Spell Linked (Ravencrest Academy Book 2) by Theresa Kay

Author:Theresa Kay [Kay, Theresa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-09-18T05:00:00+00:00

Fancy cars line the drive leading up to the wide walkway in front of the house. Each car stops, passengers get out—with assistance from an attendant, of course—and those who don’t have drivers switch places with valets. We’re the sixth car in line, and as the cars ahead of us deliver their passengers, we inch closer and closer.

And my dread grows stronger and stronger.

Tristan grabs my hand, squeezes, and when that gets no response, he gently turns my face toward him with a finger on my chin. “You’re better than this. You have more fire than this. You had no problem telling me exactly what you thought of me that very first day. Don’t let the grandeur or the jewels or anything else make you forget these are simply ordinary people. No matter what they say or do tonight, they can’t affect you. This isn’t your life unless you choose it.”

This is one of those times I very much want to believe the warmth in his words and the sincerity in his eyes. When he says things like that it makes me want things I shouldn’t.

Like him.

I say nothing, just give him a grateful smile, thanking him for the kind words whether he means them or not.

And now it’s our turn.

The attendant opens my door and reaches down to assist me from the car. He waits with me until Tristan has exited the vehicle and walked around to take my arm. Tristan places my hand in his bent elbow then rests his other hand on top of mine as we venture up the wide walkway to the double doors leading in to the house.

But first, we get to go through another line. As each group of people or couple approaches the door, a gentleman there speaks with them, and then gestures for them to enter.

At our turn, the guy at the door raises an eyebrow.

“Tristan St. James,” says the boy at my side. “And guest.”

The door guy dips his chin and sweeps his hand toward the front door. “Welcome, sir, madam.”

Tristan leads me through the door, his shoulders back and his steps sure. In this moment, I am so very glad he’s here with me. I would have never done this on my own. Or, if I had, I would have run at the sight of the topiaries.

We’re in a large . . . hall? Room? I’m not sure what to call it. Maybe it’s because I never saw the main part of the St. James house, but this place seems levels above the stuffiness of that one. Would I have grown up here? From what I’ve heard, it’s common to share residences in the more prominent families, and this place is much too big for only two people. At least ten people could live in this house and still never see each other.

We find ourselves in another line, this time making our way toward a second set of double doors that lead into a large room, seemingly where the party is being held.

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