Spell Bound (23 page)

I was guessing that was the Itineris. Just past Jenna and Mom, Archer was sitting up, looking around him in confusion. Cal was standing next to…I squinted, trying to get a better look. Finley. I recognized her long red braid.

Panicked, I suddenly remembered the grimoire, my hands flying to my lower back. To my shock and relief, it was still there, wedged securely against my skin.

I stood up, but my knees felt watery, and the ground suddenly wobbled in front of me.

A hand supported my elbow. “Easy,” my dad said. He was smiling at me, the dark markings on his face black in the moonlight. With a little cry of relief, I threw my arms around his neck, burying my face in his jacket. When I finally felt like I could speak, I pulled back and croaked out, “How? How did you get Torin to Hex Hall?”

Dad blinked rapidly, and at first, I thought he was surprised by my question. Then I realized that, no, he was fighting tears. Seeing my father, who practically had a PhD in Stiff Upper Lip, on the verge of crying because he was so happy to see me made my own eyes sting. Then he cleared his throat, straightened his shoulders, and said, “It was exceedingly difficult.”

I laughed through my tears. “I bet.”

“It was Torin’s idea,” someone said behind me, and I turned to see Izzy standing there. Like my parents and her sister, she was dressed in jeans and a black jacket, although she also had a black cap pulled over her bright hair. “We had tons of old spell books, and after you and Cal disappeared, he started looking through them. Found a spell that would let him travel to a different mirror.”

“Of course, the problem was finding
your
mirror,” Aislinn said, coming out of the darkness.

“Aren’t you afraid that he’ll permanently peace out from
his
mirror and start hanging out in girls’ locker rooms or something?”

Aislinn’s eyes slid to Izzy. “Torin has his reasons for wanting to stay with us,” she said, and even in the dim light, I saw red creep up Izzy’s cheeks. Maybe one day, I’d get to the bottom of whatever was going on there. Preferably once I was done getting to the bottom of the thousand
other
things on my agenda.

Jenna had started breathing normally again, her fingers wrapped tight around her bloodstone. Satisfied, Mom patted her shoulder and said, “Just stay down for a little bit. Rest.”

Closing her eyes, Jenna nodded. Only then did Mom come over and wrap her arms around me. “I think we’ve met our quota for tearful reunions,” she chuckled against the top of my head.

“When this is done, I promise I’m never going to leave the house ever again. We’ll just stay in and order pizza and watch bad television.”

Mom pulled away and looked over my shoulder. “Oh, I think you might want to get out every now and then,” she said.

I felt the warm weight of Archer’s hand on my waist. “Hey, I like pizza and bad TV.”

I turned to him, surprised. “Your chest—”

“Cal,” he said by way of explanation. “I owe that guy, like, a mountain of burgers. It’s getting embarrassing.”

Mom flashed me a little smile before saying, “You know, this isn’t how I imagined meeting Sophie’s first real boyfriend.”

“Mom.”

Archer gave me a little squeeze. “You mean I’m the first guy your parents have rescued from an enchanted island via use of a magic mirror? I feel so special.”

I rolled my eyes and turned to face the water. “So I’m guessing that’s Lough Bealach.”

“It is,” Aislinn said. “We’ve been busy since you vanished.” Finley and Izzy were right behind her. Mom stepped back slightly so that she was beside her sister.

“So have we,” Cal said, and I suddenly realized he was standing on the other side of me.

“Come on, honey,” Mom said to me. “Let’s go inside.”

“Inside what?” I asked.

“Over here,” Finley said, pointing to a small stone building covered in moss. I followed everyone into the hut. Maybe once upon a time, this had been a cozy little spot. And hey, maybe the lack of windows had been great at keeping the house warm from the cold wind off the lake. But with nine people crammed inside it, and a peat fire smoking in the tiny hearth, it was uncomfortably close and warm. It didn’t help that I found myself jammed between Cal and Archer, both of them pressed tightly against my side.

An ancient-looking card table sat in the middle of the room, covered in maps and books. Man, give the Brannicks any space, and they’ll turn it into a War Room.

Aislinn took her customary position on one side of the table. “Okay,” she said. “Tell us everything that’s happened.”

Cal, Archer, Jenna, and I managed to achieve something truly impressive: the
four-way
glance. “It’s really complicated,” Jenna said at last.

“We used a sixteenth-century warlock trapped in a mirror to tell you where we were,” Dad said dryly. “I think it’s safe to say we’re well-versed in ‘complicated’ by this point.”

Archer gave a little laugh. “I like your dad,” he whispered in my ear.

“You would,” I muttered back.

“The Casnoffs are using the school as a breeding ground for demons,” Cal said, getting right to the point in his usual way. For the first time, I noticed the line around his mouth, the tight way he was holding his shoulders. Cal kept so much inside of him, I sometimes forgot that what the Casnoffs were doing was as nightmarish for him as it was for me. I went to take his hand, but as soon as my fingers brushed his sleeve, I changed my mind. After what Elodie had done, touching Cal was now out of the question.

Clearing my throat, I turned my attention back to Dad. “What Cal said. But it’s more than that.” I reached out to Dad, and even though he was technically across the room, it was easy for him to grasp my fingers. Once he had, I sent a low pulse of magic to him, and his eyes widened.

“Your powers,” he breathed.

I nodded. “Fully functional.” I pulled out the grimoire and tossed it on the table. “Thanks to that.”

As briefly as I could, I explained about the Cansoffs and how their bloodline should’ve let them control me.

“Lara did a spell that showed me their family history,” I continued. “It’s dark stuff. Humans basically wiped out Alexei Casnoff’s entire village. Weird as it sounds, this all started with a little boy trying to feel safe. He was so sure demons would keep all Prodigium protected, and he passed that belief down to his kids.” I glanced around the tiny, smoky room. “That’s what you guys maybe don’t get. We’re not dealing with people who are all, ‘Mwahaha—yay, evil!’ The Casnoffs think they’re in the right.”

“Which is what makes them so terrifying,” Dad said, nodding. “People are so rarely villains in their own minds.”

I thought of Mrs. Casnoff muttering,
The ends justify the means,
and would’ve shivered if the room hadn’t been so darn hot.

“Okay, so that’s their plans,” Archer said with a sigh. “What are yours?”

“We’re going to the Underworld,” Izzy said. She bounced a little as she said it, her eyes bright and her tone implying that “the Underworld” was akin to “Candy Land.”

“Slow down, Iz,” Finley said, laying a hand on her sister’s shoulder. “It’s not quite that simple.”

“Go figure,” Jenna said weakly.

“First off, Sophie is the only one who will be going,” Finley said; Aislinn breaking in to add, “She’s the only one who
can
go.”

“Okay, but you guys didn’t know I had my powers back when you came here,” I said, working my hand out from between Archer and me to wipe a drop of sweat from my forehead. “So how did you know I’d be able to go?”

“We didn’t,” Mom said, propping a hip on the card table. “We’d thought about sending your father, hoping maybe his DNA would be enough to get him through.” She sighed and rubbed her eyes, looking older and more tired than I’d ever seen her. “We had to try something.”

“But now that you have your powers, you should be able to access the Underworld with no problems,” Dad said. “You’ll venture down there—alone—to collect as much demonglass as you can.”

“Why does everyone keep talking like this is a walk in the park?” Archer asked. He tried to raise his hand, probably to push it through his hair, leaving me to dodge his elbow. “‘Oh, Sophie will just go skip down to the Underworld to put some demonglass in a basket!’”

“No one takes Sophie’s safety more seriously than her father and I do,” Mom said. Her voice was low and even, but her eyes were steely. I wasn’t sure if it was the Brannick in her, or just the mom.

“I know that,” said Archer, backing down. “And I know…Look, I know Sophie is a demon. She could wipe the floor with any of us, magically speaking. But what exactly does going to the Underworld entail? I mean, are there other demons down there? Monsters? What could happen to her?”

My parents exchanged a glance, and then Aislinn cleared her throat. “We don’t really know. No one has ever attempted this before.”

“So, what?” Archer asked, clearly angry now. “You’re just sending her and hoping for the best? That’s insane! There has to be some other way to fight the Casnoffs.”

Afraid that he was going to bring up The Eye again, I tugged at his shirtsleeve. “Hey,” I said softly, wishing we weren’t having this conversation in front of my entire family. “No one is making me do anything I don’t want to do.” I looked at Aislinn. “The demons that Lara has raised…Is demonglass the only way to defend ourselves against them?”

“It is.”

I paused to take a deep breath, hoping my voice wouldn’t shake as I said, “Then I’ll go into the Underworld.”

“Thank you, Sophie,” Dad said, and Aislinn gave a brisk nod. “So it’s decided. Tomorrow morning at dawn, Sophie goes to the island in the middle of the lake, and from there, through the portal.”

My stomach in knots, I stared at all the people I cared about most in the world, and quietly agreed. “Tomorrow.”

T
he next morning, I paced along the rocky shore of Lough Bealach and tried to figure out the best way to get across.

The barest hint of pinkish-gray was just starting to appear over the horizon. I had no idea what time it was, but my body told me it was roughly “Ouch, This Is Way Too Early” o’clock. I’d only gotten a few hours of sleep. After Dad’s announcement that I’d be heading to the freaking Underworld the next day, no one had really been in the sleeping mood. Aislinn, Finley, Izzy, and Mom had spread out sleeping bags in the hut while I’d conjured up tents for Dad, Archer, Cal, me, and Jenna. They weren’t anything to write home about (and the one Jenna and I shared was kind of saggy in the middle), but they were still the first things I’d magicked up in a while.

When I was done, Dad had said, “You created something out of nothing. You realize that, don’t you?”

I let that sink in. Creating something out of nothing was nearly impossible for regular witches and wizards to do. Under Alice’s teaching, Elodie had mastered it, but the spell had always been tricky for me. And Dad was right: I’d just done it, almost without thinking.

“It’s so good to see you using your powers again,” he said softly. I looked at the purple marks on his face, and just wrapped my arms around him in response.

Now, as I stood by the water, I felt my powers swirling peacefully inside me. When I’d wanted to go through the Removal, Dad had told me that taking away my magic was akin to trying to rip out the color of my eyes. He’d been right. Without my powers, I had felt like a huge piece of me was missing.

I rubbed my arms, even though I’d used my magic to transform my Hex Hall uniform into a thick black sweater and jeans. Ireland in September was a lot chillier than Georgia had been. Of course, the cold wasn’t the only thing making me shiver. Rising up out of the water was a big freaking rock.

I rubbed my arms even harder and sat down next to Aislinn on one of the boulders ringing the shore. I’d gotten up before dawn in the hope of avoiding any more tearful farewells, but Aislinn had already been awake and waiting for me at the edge of the lake.

“I told Grace to let me see you off,” she had said. “I was afraid it would upset both of you too much if she did it herself. Same for your father, and you need to be focused right now.” Her voice was gruff, but I was still grateful to have her there.

“So should I just conjure a boat?” I asked her now.

She shrugged. “I’m not the one with magic. Just get over however you think is best.”

“I could swim,” I suggested. “Ooh! Or maybe magic up like, a sweet Jet Ski?” I held my hands out in from of me as if I were clutching the handlebars of said sweet Jet Ski. Aislinn watched me for a moment before saying, “Is this what you always do when you’re nervous?”

My hands fell back to my sides. “Pretty much.”

I turned back to the water. “See, the thing is, I’m pretty sure I could make a boat. But then if I do, do I give it a motor? Or a sail? Or am I expected to row myself all the way—”

“Please be quiet until you think of something.” The words themselves weren’t particularly threatening, but Aislinn had a way of looking at you that made you feel like she was mere seconds away from kicking you in the face.

The only sound was the lapping of the waves against the shore, and the chattering of my teeth. I peeked over my shoulder at the ring of tents. Jenna had been sound asleep when I’d crawled out just before dawn. I hadn’t woken her up, partly because I thought she could use the rest. But the main reason was that waking her would’ve meant telling her good-bye, and telling someone goodbye when you’re planning on walking into hell would’ve felt kind of…final.