Bitter Demons (24 page)

I smiled. It was good to see her gaining
strength.

Meredith waved from inside the car, obviously
ready to go home.

"Thanks for everything," Eloise said, taking
my hand in hers. "You're a very special girl, Harper. If you ever
need anything, don't hesitate to call on me."

"Thanks," I said. I waved as they climbed
into their car and drove off down the long, tree-lined
driveway.

Zara stood on the porch, waving as she
lounged in the swing.

I joined her, enjoying an unusually warm fall
afternoon. "Will you and your mother be staying much longer?" I
asked.

"Mother still has some work to do here in
town," she said. "She's interviewing Mary Anne to get information
about her family and where they live. Her trackers are already
looking for them in the woods, though, and I imagine it won't take
them too long to locate the coven. It's amazing they remained
hidden for so long."

"They spent a hundred years focusing on
vengeance," I said. "I don't think this is over yet."

"Not over," she said. "But resting."

Rest. I liked the sound of that word. After
everything I'd been through, I was ready for some peace and quiet.
Some rest.

"Mother also thinks that your training here
is pathetic," Zara said. "She thinks a proper trainer should be
brought in. Someone who can really whip you into shape. The Order
here in Peachville has survived so long without a Prima, they've
gotten used to being on their own. It's time someone taught you how
to be a real leader."

I cringed as I pictured spending my days with
some old witch who would bark orders at me and make me memorize
useless spells.

"That's why I'll be moving into a bedroom
just down the hall from you," she said.

I opened my mouth in surprise. "You?" I
asked.

She smiled. "Your official training begins
next week."

Jackson sat at the base of the large stone
statue, drawing.

I laughed and walked over to him. "Good
morning," I said.

He smiled up at me. He'd been drawing a
simple sketch of the front of the high school building. "Morning,"
he said.

I squinted up at the stone statue. "Is this
really what you look like?"

He set his drawing aside and stood up. He
brought his finger to his chin, studying the demon statue's
features. "What? Not sexy enough for you?"

I laughed and ran my hand along the cool
stone. A large crack had spread up the side of the demon's body,
and I ran my finger along the rift. "Oh no," I said. "You're
broken."

Jackson placed his hand over mine. I felt a
rush of energy flow through me, and I gasped. It was unlike
anything I'd ever felt before. So pure and perfectly focused. The
crack disappeared from view, hidden deep inside the stone.

I looked at him over my shoulder, his
piercing green eyes full of mischief.

"No," he said. The warmth of his breath on my
cheek made me shiver. "I'm finally whole."

to be continued...

Look for Book 4

of the Peachville High Demons Series

June 2011

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Sarra Cannon grew up in a small town in Georgia where
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