by Patti Larsen
Namely by closing me out completely.
I took the hint and the hit to my guilt and let her go.
Even worse, my ever-present support system, my silver Persian demon boy Sassafras, was on Demonicon for the next few weeks. An invitation to help Dad and my grandfather solidify their new rule wasn’t something he could turn down. As much as I knew it was a huge honor and Sass was excited to go, I missed him every single day.
He deserved a life. Of course he did. I just wished he could live it around me at the moment.
I caught Shenka's eye as we cleared the exit to Coven Hall and passed through to the library, on our way to lunch. She smiled, slowed to wait for me, even as my gaze drifted past her to a girl with long, black hair.
Ameline. No, of course not. The girl turned to smile at her companion, showing me her profile. Not my nemesis. And yet, the reminder was a jab to my guts and, I knew, the source of my discontent with going to college.
What did school matter when I should be out there hunting Ameline Benoit down?
And killing her.