Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 162

 

Chapter 162

“Congratulations on completing your first spell.” Cordelia’s smile was small, hiding something I couldn’t quite place. “How does it feel to call on your magic and have it respond?”

It was moonlight alone that allowed me to see her delicate features from where she sat on the patio chairs. The leather chords around her neck were dark, but the silver charms that dangled from them glittered merrily.

A frown ghosted across my face and disappointment filled my bones. “I—I didn’t do that correctly, did I?”

“Not at all, but you tried, and your magic did respond.” She replied, patting the seat beside her when my sour expression deepened. “Come sit with me before we go inside and sort this out.”
“Everything alright out here?” Rowena’s flowery voice trickled through the small opening in the sliding glass door.

“We're fine, just a bit of sigil magic gone awry.” Cordelia shouted back, but kept her eyes locked on my face. A slight twisting sensation in the pits of my stomach told me something was going on with the two witches. Rather than ask, I sank into the seat I once occupied and waited for her to speak. “Now, tell me. What did you do wrong?” | I skimmed the spell again and again until heat flooded my face and neck, followed by the embarrassment of missing something so blatantly obvious.

“I was supposed to paint the sigil on myself, not the porch.” I mumbled, closing the spell book, and peering down at it’s leather cover.

Cordelia’s hand on my shoulder was meant to reassure, but before she could speak the words Rowena’s voice floated outside a second time.
“Cordelia, could I have a word with you?” This time a head of auburn hair appeared from the darkness of the living room, barely visible beneath the moonlight.

Rowena wasn’t able to see her agitated expression, but I could. The gnashed eyebrows and pursed lips were off putting on a face as kindas Cordelia’s, and for the second time tonight my stomach twisted with the feeling that something was amiss.

When the backdoor slid shut behind her and the sound of their muffled voices faded, I turned my attention to the box of supplies she’d handed me.
Within the mix of half-burnt candles, herbs, and oils was an old mirror. Other than being chipped at the corner, it was in decent enough condition. “That’s why the mirror was in there.” I snorted incredulously, pinching the bridge of my nose when a chilling sensation danced up my spine. Deep within the forest, I could feel them watching. The shadows were still keeping their distance, hiding from me after giving Breyona back her wolf. It didn’t matter how many times I asked why, there wasn’t a single whisper tossed in my direction. Rather than succumb to the anger that sprouted when they refused to answer my questions, I began flitting through the stack of spell books Cordelia left outside.

There was one in particular that caught my attention, mostly because of it’s cover. It was made from a pitch-black leather with an odd texture I’d never felt before. Each individual page was lined in silver so that they caught the light each time I turned to a new one.

Just as I found the first spell in the book, and realized what type of magic this one depicted, Cordelia was taking it from my hands and snapping it shut.

“Oh, no you don’t.” She shook her head much like Grandma did when she caught me gearing up to steal one of her sweets before dinner. “I can see the look on your face clear as day. You’re not ready for something as complex as protection magic.”

Even Maya’s attention was raised by the stirring of magic in our veins, coursing through our body and leaving little pinpricks in its wake. It rushed through us, flooding my head with chemicals even stronger than adrenaline. As it grew toa crescendo, I knew it wasn’t coincidence I was drawn to that particular spell book.

some unknown reason, I

with my horror and surprise. There was a part of me ready and willing to tear it from her

experienced witch could tell I was fighting an internal battle and captured my

ready for you.” She said, her

training. I’d learned what Sigil magic was, along with Natural and a hint of Divination. Before I could

everything alright?” I questioned, craning my head to

and flushed cheeks got in the way. “Of course everything’s alright. There’s an electrician on the way. I’m quite sure you

frowned, trailing off when I saw no sign

what he was doing,

I thought he

but then Grandma’s voice snapped

wanted you out of my damn hair. You were hovering so close I

snorted and narrowed his eyes, sending his bushy eyebrows colliding into one another. “ Yeah, well you

shoulder, “I can

wind tore through the house,

choice but to follow as she shooed me back into the living room. “ Now, now. Don’t worry about your father, he’s perfectly fine. Your grandmother’s barred him from entering the house,

small stack of spell books in her arms before pausing at the stairs. There was a glimmer of light in her eyes that felt familiar yet foreign at the same time. “I'll see you tomorrow, Lola.” Without so much as a nod in Rowena’s direction, she went upstairs and slipped into her bedroom. Rowena gave no notice, or at least she pretended not to. She didn’t need to glance in the direction of the stairs to tell me she too felt the tense air between them.

Rowena’s book

best-friend. Breyona had said if given the choice, she’d pick Divination as a magical skill. The further I read, the more I

pool of water or even a crystal ball, but others more powerful need only sheer wil] and determination. Divination itself was incredibly accurate, but it was the future that could change on a whim. Where Divination

and me through the streets came to mind, stirring up a feeling of dread that left me with a dry mouth. I could still feel the heat of her flames

coveted amongst witches to the point that they would send them off to be specially trained and raised by other Elementals. The entire thing felt wrong even back

elements and the ways that they could be manipulated were near

the front door. In her hurry to take the plate of cookies in her hand outside, she’d left the

Grandma asked, growing more urgent the longer Dad was silent. “I’m not feeling much of anything...well, except for the usual pain.” He replied with a gravely voice, noticeably rougher

darted back inside the kitchen. The clank of pots and pans rattling against one another drowned out her quiet muttering. Rowena’s lips fell in a sympathetic frown, and with her high cheekbones and

caught her telling grandma ina hushed voice. “You'll get the hang of it; I

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