“How will you get in?” Romy whispers, edging up alongside me and gazing at the door, a wary expression crossing her face.
“Duh!” Rayne shakes her head. “It’s easy for them. All they have to do is unlock the door with their minds.”
“True.” I smile. “But having a key is handy too.” Jangling it so they can see before inserting it into the lock. Careful to avoid Damen’s gaze, though it’s not like I need to see to know he disapproves.
“So this is where you work,” Romy says, stepping inside and gazing around. Moving lightly, gingerly, as though she’s afraid to mess anything up.
I nod, placing my finger against my lips in the international sign for shush as I lead them toward the back room.
“But if the store’s closed, and we’re the only ones here, then why do we have to shush?” Rayne asks, her high-pitched voice practically bouncing off the walls,
wanting me to know that while she’s pleased that I’m about to show her the Book of Shadows it doesn’t extend much further than that.
I open the door to the back office and motion them inside, telling them to sit, while Damen and I consult in the hall.
“I don’t like this,” he says, eyes dark, focused on mine.
I nod, very well aware of that but determined to stand my ground.
“Ever, I’m serious. You have no idea what you’re getting into. This book is powerful—and in the wrong hands—dangerous as well.”
I shake my head, saying, “Listen, the twins are familiar with this brand of magick, much more so than you and me. And if they’re not worried, then how bad could it be?”
He looks at me, refusing to budge. “There are better ways.”
I sigh, wanting to get started and frustrated to be dealing with this. “You act like I’m going to introduce them to evil spells or make them bad witches with warts and black hats, when all I want is the same thing as you—for them to get their power back.” Careful to shield my mind so he can’t hear the unspoken part, the real truth behind this visit—that I spent most of yesterday at work struggling to make sense of the book to no avail—that I need help if I’ve any hope of convincing Roman to hand over the antidote. Knowing it’s better unsaid. Damen would so not approve.
“There are better ways of doing this,” he says, voice patient but firm. “I have their lessons mapped out, and if you’ll just give it the time to—”
“How much time? Weeks, months, a year?” I shake my head. “Maybe we can’t afford to waste that kind of time, did you ever think of that!”
“We?” His brows merge as his gaze studies mine, a hint of understanding forming in his eyes.
“We, them, whatever.” I shrug, knowing I better move on. “Let me just show them the book and see if it’s even the real deal. I mean, we don’t even know if it really works, maybe my reaction was—well, maybe that was just me. Come on, Damen, please? What could it hurt?”
He looks at me, convinced it could hurt plenty.
“Just one quick look—only to determine if it’s real or not. Then we’ll head right back home and get started with your lesson, okay?”
But he doesn’t say anything. Just nods and motions me in.
I head for the chair on the other side of the desk, settling in and leaning toward the drawer when Rayne says, “Just so you know, we heard everything. Our hearing is exceptional. Maybe you should stick with telepathy instead.”
Determined to ignore her, I place my hand on the lock, closing my eyes as I open it with my mind, flicking a quick glance at Damen as I rummage inside. Digging past the pile of papers, the folders, and tossing the calculator aside, before reaching the false bottom, grabbing hold of the book, and plopping it onto the desk. Fingers tingling, ears buzzing from the energy it contains.
The twins rush forward, gazing upon the ancient tome with more reverence than I’ve ever seen from them before.
“So, what do you think? Is it real?” My gaze darts between them, so breathless I can barely form the words.
Romy tilts her head, face quizzical, until Rayne reaches forward and opens to the very first page. The two of them gasping, twin intakes of breath, as their eyes grow wide and they take it all in.
Rayne perches on the edge of the desk, angling the book so it faces her and her sister, as Romy leans across her lap, tracing her fingers along the series of symbols—markings that are completely indecipherable to me—though from the way their lips move makes perfect sense to them.
I glance at Damen standing directly behind them, his face belying any emotion as he watches the twins mumble and giggle, jostling each other in excitement as they flip through the pages.
“So?” I say, unable to take the suspense and needing a verbal either way.
“Real.” Rayne nods, eyes still focused on the page. “Who ever put this together knew their stuff.”