Phantom Eyes (Witch Eyes) by Tracey Scott

Author:Tracey, Scott [Tracey, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: teen, teen fiction, ya, Belle Dam, ya fiction, witch, scott tracey, vision, phantom eyes
Publisher: Llewellyn Worldwide, LTD.
Published: 2013-10-01T00:00:00+00:00

nineteen

There was another chess set in the library, identical to the one from my room. I brought mine with me and set it up so that the boards were less than a foot from each other. Then I set up the pieces, dark cherry red and ivory, and stared at the two boards.

There wasn’t just one feud in Belle Dam. There were two. The Lansings versus the Thorpes. And Lucien versus Grace. But then there was also a third feud. Lucien and Catherine versus me versus Grace. But that was a feud that was, for now, contained only in my head. The minute Grace made a move, Lucien was going to be there to strike. And I was going to be there to … well, I didn’t know what I was going to do yet.

I knew there were journals and other books about the feud tucked away on the shelves, but right now reading about the past didn’t seem like it would do much good. I couldn’t learn anything about Lucien or Grace that I didn’t already know—I knew more about their weaknesses than anyone else in town.

The office desk in the center of the room was swallowed up in paperwork, as Jason worked diligently from his computer tablet. He would flip the stacks from time to time, searching out a particular file. I was surprised that most of his work was done on the computer. He seemed the type to stick to old-fashioned mediums.

I don’t know if it was our morning conversation or some other pressing need, but Jason had come in a few minutes after me, and neither one of us said a word to the other. He worked behind the desk, and I studied the chess sets.

Lucien had told me once that all demons were adept at contracts. That it was they who taught humans the concept of a binding document. I let my fingers run along the edge of the board until they brushed up against the red/black bishop. That would be the most important part. Without him, I wouldn’t be able to build to anything.

I kept trying to figure out what else I would need—what other pieces were still critical if I was going to do this. Plot a revolution. But something that wasn’t discomfort kept surging up through my chest, distracting me. At first I thought maybe I was nauseous, having skipped breakfast, but it wasn’t that. It was a melody without music. Inside me, where I felt an aching hole all the time now, it was like … a resonance. Yes, the emptiness inside me seemed to say, I know you. I still remember.

“Do you feel that? I—” I broke off in the middle of what I’d been saying. It was like in physics, when we’d learned about sound waves and resonant frequency. How an opera singer could shatter glass if she hit the right pitch.

“Braden? What is it?” Jason stood up immediately.

The feeling was getting stronger. No. The feeling was getting closer.

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