Alex unexpectedly slipped his arm around my waist, shocking me, and my muscles tensed up.
“So you don’t fall on your face like the last time when we transported,” he explained to me with a small amount of amusement in his voice.
It was a good idea, I guess.
I closed my eyes and grasped on to the handle of my bag. I heard a loud bang and then…I was falling. Or flying?
I wasn’t exactly sure.
When I opened my eyes back up, I was in a different room that had dusty white sheets draped over all of the furniture. A grey and tan stone fireplace layered one of the walls, and the rest of them were made of logs.
Alex instantly let go of my waist. He’d been right. Holding on to me had kept me from falling.
Aislin relit the black candle. “I’ll be right back.”
Alex took me by the arm and guided me away from her. “Hurry, please,” he told her in an anxious voice.
She gave him a small smile and plunged the crystal into the flame. “Per is calx EGO lux lucis via,” she said. This time she disappeared quickly. Maybe because it was just her?
I dropped my bag on the floor and sat down on a marble step that extended out from the fireplace. Alex sat down too. Neither of us spoke as we waited for Aislin and Laylen to return. We waited. And waited. About ten minutes ticked by, and Alex got to his feet and started pacing back and forth across room. I kept my eyes glued to the spot where Aislin had vanished from and chewed on my fingernails, which was so weird since it hadn't been a previous habit of mine.
An old grandfather clock towering in the corner struck the hour of ten, devastatingly announcing that way too much time had gone by. They should have been here by now.
Alex stopped pacing and stared vacantly at the clock.
I hated to say it—I hated to even think it—but I had to know. “They're not coming back, are they?”
With the most heart wrenching look on his face he said, “No, I don’t think they are.”
Chapter 25
I’d been sitting on the foot of the fireplace, watching Alex tug sheets off of the furniture, for about fifteen minutes now. I think it was his way of trying to distract himself from the fact that something terrible may have happened to Laylen and Aislin. He’d tried to call them but couldn’t get a signal on his phone from all the way up here. I wasn’t sure where “all the way up here” was, because he hadn’t established that yet.
I hadn’t said anything to him because I had no idea what to say. I could have tried to be positive and tell him reassuring things like, hey, maybe Aislin had just broken her crystal again. But who would I be trying to kid? We both knew there was a slim to none chance that was the case. We just weren’t that lucky. Obviously.
“So…” I began, still in the middle of deciding what to say. “What is this place, anyway?”
He yanked a sheet off of a forest green couch that had tiny moose embroider on it. “It’s a cabin I used to come to when I was little.” He drew a sheet off of a lamp and dust flew everywhere.
I sneezed. “So what do we do now?”
“We’re going to drive into town so I can get a signal on my phone.” He unzipped his duffel bag. “Then we’ll try and get a hold of someone.”
I bit at my fingernails. Yeah, I was still doing that. “So where exactly are we?”
He nodded at a window masked by a curtain. “In the middle of nowhere, basically.”
“The middle of nowhere.” I stood up, went over to the window, and threw back the curtain. Then I grimaced. Steep mountains and pine trees everywhere. And yes, of course, a thick blanket of crisp white snow was covering it all.
“Yuck,” I muttered and let the curtain fall. Why, oh why, couldn’t we have gone somewhere warm? Like say Hawaii. I sighed. Man, I sounded like a selfish brat; complaining about being in the snow, when Laylen and Aislin could be in some serious trouble. Okay, suck it up Gemma. “So where is here? What’s the place called?”
“We’re in Colorado.” He looked up from his bag and raised an eyebrow. “What’s with the disappointment?”
“Oh nothing.” I sighed. Apparently, I’d failed miserably at sucking it up. “I just really hate the snow. That’s all.”
“Oh, yes, you and the cold,” he remarked as he drew a tan hooded jacket out of his bag.
I picked up my bag from off of the floor. “So is there somewhere I can change?” I really wanted to get out of this skirt and into my own clothes.
“Yeah, follow me.”
He took me back to a bedroom with light blue wallpaper and grey carpet, and then he left me alone to change.
I set my bag down on a massive log bed and started searching through it for something to wear. Fortunately, I wasn’t a girl who was really into fashion because I was pretty sure whoever packed this mess of a bag was in a hurry. Everything in it was so random; two mismatched gloves, three different socks, and one boot. I decided on a pair of black jeans and a grey and black striped hooded Henley. I kept my DC’s on because…well, what good was one boot.
After I’d finished getting dressed, I realized how heavy my eyelids felt. I’d barely gotten any sleep over the last twenty-four hours, and I think I might have been running on an adrenaline high or something and was now starting to crash.
There wasn’t a blanket or sheet on the bed, just a mattress. Even though it was kind of gross, I thought about lying down on it and letting my eyes close for a few minutes. But then I thought of Ailsin and Laylen and told myself to suck it up.
Now wasn’t the time for sleeping.
I opened the door, only to find Alex standing there on the other side. He scared the crap out of me, and I almost bolted off in a mad sprint.
“Holy crap,” I said, catching my breath. “You scared the heck out of me.”