by Isobel Lucas
“There aren’t any charms, Ian. There’s nothing different about me now than there was at school except that I changed clothes.”
I hadn’t worn anything interesting to school. Nothing I wouldn’t wear on any other day. Just my jeans, a black shirt, socks, and Chucks. Only two things in my pocket, my cell and…
“The scapular.” I whispered it, but Ian was close enough to hear.
“Were you wearing it last night at the concert?”
I nodded, my eyes wide.
“What about yesterday at school?”
I took a deep breath. “No. I’d forgotten to stick it in my pocket. I meant to, but then I switched jeans at the last second yesterday morning.”
“By carrying it, you were making an unspoken covenant with God for protection.”
“I’m not wearing it now. It’s upstairs, in my jeans pocket.”
The heat from the receding flames licked my face. The firefighters had brought it down to just a smolder now, but the house was gone. Nothing was salvageable – not my things, and not my life as I used to know it.
“So what does this mean?” Fear flooded my veins.
Ian placed his palms on my cheeks. He looked deep into my eyes. “It means I have to destroy the only girl I’ve ever fallen for.”
…HBHS Book #2,
Signs and Portents,
releases November 6th…
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Acknowledgements
A huge thank you to the people who help my books come alive: Karly Kirkpatrick and Angela Carlie. Without you ladies, these stories would be fleeting thoughts in my head.