Heart of Mischief (Soul of Shadow #2)

Later that evening, Charlie sat cross-legged on her bed, Henry stretched out on the comforter in front of her. Her schoolbooks were closed, her laptop shut off. She needed total concentration for what they were about to attempt.

After leaving the forest, Charlie had spent the rest of the afternoon driving aimlessly through the back streets of Silver Shores, worrying about her conversation with Elias and glaring suspiciously at every squirrel that ran across the road, praying she didn’t see a red swirl on its forehead.

The events of the day churned in her head like a smoothie on blend, a sickening one: a skewered vittra, two dead bodies with no fingers, Elias walking into the cafeteria, Mason smashing Elias’s face, Sophie flying in through the skylight, Elias in mare form, leaning in until he was so close that Charlie could feel his shadows …

On and on the memories churned. Eventually, their edges started to blur.