Page 58 of The Mist of Stars
“Okay, probably not, but?—”
She’s cut off by another tap on the door.
I pad over the rest of the way and, summoning a breath, peer out of the peephole. What I see is more confusing than Aislin suggesting a death walker knocking politely on our door.
“It’s … It’s Henry.” I keep an eye up to the peephole, watching as Henry knocks again.
“What?” Aislin whispers, her eyes wide as she slants back, looking utterly confused.
That makes two of us.
“Gemma,” he calls out as his gaze zeroes in on the peephole. He stares at it then puts his own eye up to it. “Are you in there?”
I duck down. Logically, I know Henry can’t see through the peephole, but it’s unnerving that he’s trying to.
“Why would he be here?” Aislin asks in a low voice. “He shouldn’t even know where we’re at.”
“It doesn’t make sense,” I whisper, my palm dampening against the handle of the dagger.
“This is beyond stalker behavior. Something’s wrong.” She stares at the door as Henry knocks again. “What if he’s possessed?”
“Why would you go straight to that theory? He hasn’t shown any signs of possession.”
“Except for showing up wherever you are.”
“True. He never did that before.”
“So, at some point, he might have gotten possessed. Like your father might be.”
“You think someone’s possessing people that I know in order to get to me?” I question over more knocking. “Why would anyone do that?”
She raises her brows. “You just started going into visions, one of which showed a doomsday vision of our world. You might have some unlocked power that someone either wants to use or get rid of.”
Great. If she’s correct, that means my life is in danger, more than I thought.
I’m really starting to regret wanting a different, more adventurous life. At this moment, I’d go back to being a boring keeper.
“Gemma!” Henry abruptly shouts while banging on the door.
“We need to get rid of him,” Aislin says, the orb of light in her palm flickering.
I eyeball the door, my wheels turning. “We could capture him, tie him up, and get him to tell us what he knows.”
She wavers her head from side to side. “It’s kind of risky and diabolic, but it might be necessary. I can do a spell to knock him unconscious. Then I can use a binding spell to keep him trapped in the bathroom. It’ll only last a few hours, but that should give us enough time.”
“Are you sure you can do both spells?” I don’t want to question her, but Aislin’s accuracy on spells can sometimes be iffy.
“I think so.”
“Think?”
She squares her shoulder. “I can do this.”
“All right.” I put my trust in her. “What supplies do you need?”
She folds her fingers inward, stifling the orb of light in her hand. “Guard the door while I get everything.”
Nodding, I position myself in front of the door while Aislin hurries back to the bedroom. Henry has gone quiet, so I inch forward and peer through the peephole again.