Page 8 of Lucy

The question startled me, and I turned to face two young girls.

“Lucy, my name is Lucy.” I stammered a little, being thrown off guard by their frowns. Their gazes didn’t leave my face. It wasn’t lost on me that they didn’t freeze with everyone else. “Who are you?” I returned, crossing my arms and trying to look down my nose haughtily.

I eyed the girls. One was dark, and the other was fair-haired, just like Viv and me. But that is where the similarities ended; they didn’t share identical faces. In fact, despite the fact that they were girls of a similar age, I didn’t think they were related in any way.

“I am Evangelina,” the blond girl explained. Then she pointed to the other girl. “This is Angelica. You are a witch, aren’t you? I can see it in your aura.”

I raised a brow. “Only a witch can see auras.”

Angelica clutched the other girl’s arm; she clearly wasn’t the muscle of the outfit.

“It’s okay,” Evangelina said to her friend but she continued to stare daggers at me. “Her colors are blues and purples. Some are dark, but there isn’t any black or brown.”

Angelica visibly relaxed. Shyly she spoke to Evangelina, “I thought we weren’t supposed to tell anyone about your magic.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but Evangelina answered instead. “She can sense my power, just like I can sense hers. It was only a matter of time before she found me.”

The child was right.

“Conner told me that there was another like me,” Evangelina continued. “He said one day they would find you, and together, we would change the face of the world.”

I felt as if ice had been poured down my back. That smacked of a prophesy—damn it.

“Who is Conner?” I demanded.

Evangelina frowned. “My brother. He’s dead. Nobody here wants us to know, but we aren’t stupid. I am not sorry; he wasn’t a good person. His aura was dark browns streaked with black.”

I blew out a breath. “Wow, that is not good at all. How did you end up here?”

Time snapped back into the present and everyone started moving again. I had forgotten the spell I had cast earlier. The noise was almost defining. Evangelina snatched my hand and pulled. She clearly wanted me to follow her. On impulse I decided that I needed more answers from the child and followed her.

Thankfully, with all of the confusion, nobody paid us any attention.

We slipped into a side door and down a set of steps and then another. Deep in the heart of the castle I started to feel my lungs open up. I didn’t realize how much I needed the feeling of the caves.

Evangelina led us to a large wooden door and knocked.

“Go away, girl.” The surly voice did something to my insides. I wasn’t familiar with the melty feeling that came over me.

“Open up, Henry!” she insisted.

I heard the scraping of a chair against the rock floors and then the trudging of boots across the flagstone. This wasn’t a small individual. I could feel the immense power radiating from the room. Later, I would ponder why I wasn’t frightened by it.

But I wasn’t scared, only inquisitive.

“Henry,” Evangelina barked again just as the door was whipped open.

It was a giant of a man. He was bare-chested and had low slung sweats on his hips that did little to conceal the obvious blessings he had been born with. His abs looked to be cut from the same stone we were standing on. And the deep vee of his hips had my mouth watering.

My eyes kept going back to the bulge that had a hard time hiding behind the thin material. Holy shit, this man was hung.

He cleared his throat and my eyes snapped to his impatient ones.

It was then that I felt a zap of energy, which felt closer to a lightning bolt, surge through my body.

“Fuck,” he said in a low growl. “You all had better come in.”

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