I got his meaning. It was the same bracelet, but I didn’t understand… “How?”
“Magic.”
“Magic?”Was he nuts?
He’s lips curved upward at the corner. “I know what that sounds like. You need to listen and don’t freak out. I’m not from this world, Elena, and—”
My phone rang. “Fuck.” The cuss word slipped out.
“Don’t answer it.”
“It’s my dad.” My heart pounded, not just because of Herbert Watkins finding out that I was skipping school, but because I think he meant literally that he wasn’t from here.
I took out my phone, and Dad’s name flashed on the screen.
Crap!I brushed my fingers through my hair. Dad was going to kill me.
“Don’t answer!” Blake begged again as I hit the green button.
“Dad?”
“Where are you?”
“I’m okay.”
“Elena, it’s school. Can you imagine what I’m going through! Where the hell are you? You know better.”
“Do I?”
“Don’t start with this. Get your butt back to school, and you are grounded. We will talk later about this.”
He cut the call, and I put my phone back in my pocket. “I’m sorry. I have to get back to school.”
He nodded and got up from the bed. “I told you not to answer.”
“Yeah, he would’ve phoned the police and then the shit would’ve been ten times worse.” Tears pricked my eyes as I pulled on my coat. I couldn’t cry in front of Blake.
Dad was probably going to leave tonight. My heart pounded and my gut turned.
“Relax, okay. I’m not going anywhere.” Blake wore his coat too.
I huffed.You say that now.
We walked out of his room, and Blake called his father. They spoke in Latin again and it was so weird hearing the words slipping from his lips.
His dad nodded and took his keys from the holder hanging against the wall.
Blake wrapped his hand around mine as we followed his dad walking into the garage.
The slight smell of gas hung in the air and the cold from the concrete rising through the soles of my shoes as I walked to the black Range Rover, taking up half of the garage.
Blake opened the back door, and I jumped in. He closed it after I climbed in and rushed around the SUV and opened the front door and sat next to his father, who was behind the steering wheel.
My heart felt as if it was going to bounce out of my throat. What was Dad going to do?
Blake and his father kept talking in their native tongue. I thought priests were the only ones that used Latin to cast out evil spirits.
Dad packing tonight, taking my phone that I wouldn’t be able to inform Blake, jumped through my thoughts. The twirling in my gut and the pounding of my heart caused a lot of nausea.
