Alex turned suddenly and looked at the digital clock on
the night table between her bed and Cam's. The time, day
and date shone back at her in electric red.
It was Thursday. Okay, she knew that. They had the day
off from school because of a teachers' conference. But that
wasn't it. That wasn't why today was so special!
"May I remind you," Alex told her sister, "that
we've got more important things to focus on than some lame
sweet sixteen party."
Cam tried to glare at her twin. It didn't work. She was
suddenly as blue as her toenails were pink. She'd been fighting
off sadness and disillusion since their terrifying trip
She had gone to that little island hoping to "save"
a handsome young warlock who'd begged for her help. She'd
left knowing that he was a fraud, a traitor, and an all-around
rat. Shane was his name. Deception was his game.
Cam screwed the cap back on the bottle of nail polish and
tossed it into the basket on her bureau. She glanced at
her glossy toenails, which now matched her fingertips. Perfectly
Pink. It was almost as pathetic an attempt to stoke her
mood as the idea of planning her own sweet sixteen party.
"You're the one who doesn't have a clue," she
mumbled at Alex. "Has it occurred to you I may not
want to think about Coventry Island right now? It feels
like we just got back. And may I remind you the trip was
not a piece of cake!"
Even if she didn't have her sister's telescopic eyesight,
Alex couldn't help seeing that Cam was miserable. Torn between
guilt and sympathy, Alex tried to lighten the atmosphere.
"Speaking of cake, I'm gonna grab some breakfast. Come
with?" she offered.
New as she was to the mind-reading game, Cam caught her
sister's solicitous gist. "Spare me your pity,"
"Oh, forget Shane," Alex urged.
Her twin winced at the name. "Thank you Dr. Phil,"
she said trying for indifference.
Alex shook her head in frustration and headed out the door.
"Sorry," Cam called softly too low and too
late, of course. Her sister had already thundered down the
on the balls of her feet to avoid smearing her hot-pink
toenails, Cam made her way over to the clothes hamper that
passed for Alex's bed. She was familiar with The Little
Book of Spells but she picked it up anyway. It had no
table of contents, so she began leafing through it
for? It embarrassed her to admit it, even to herself, but
she wondered if she'd find, somewhere in its yellowing pages,
a spell to cure what ailed her.
Love? Not exactly. More like
obsession, she guessed.
Not being able to shake the memory and shame of Shane's
betrayal, not being able to do exactly what Alex had advised.
Forget it. Forget him.
Right and what, see him again when she and Alex had to
go back to Coventry for the final two days of their Initiation?
Cam took a deep breath. Alex had been right. Absolutely.
Don't sweat the small stuff, she'd told Cam more than once.
And Shane was small stuff. Microscopic compared to the trials
and tests that would make them real witches.
What really mattered was their Initiation.
Which was coming up
Was it possible?! Cam looked at the digital clock. The
date glared back at her: OCT 01! The first of October.
Their Initiation had begun!