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.If she was my literalmother, wouldn t that mean this was my home? But if sheactually meant where I was raised, then I would need to goback to Salem.And if I d seen a glass lyre in Salem I dremember it.Wouldn t I?My mind ran through different places within my parentshouse.Next I moved on to Snow s, and finally ProfessorPops.Could it be at his house? I scoured each room withmy mind, trying to remember all I d seen, but it wasimpossible for me to recall every detail.I needed to beinside each room.Which meant going home.Had this past week in Polonias been a total waste?I knew the answer was no.If I hadn t come I wouldn thave met Mizrabel.And meeting her seemed like the mostimportant thing at the moment.She d told me what to do tosave Polonias.But why?I rolled the questions around inside my head, trying todetermine an answer.Exhaustion won out in the end and Ifell asleep.FireworksI don t know how long I slept, but when I woke all mydreams were in the forefront of my mind.The dreamswere of my mother well, the woman claiming to be mymother.Mizrabel.She terrified me, filled me with sadness and fear likeI d never known.but a tiny part of me, buried deep in thecorner of my mind, wanted to get to know her.Feelings ofguilt and pain raged through my body and I knew that waswhy I d had such crazy dreams.Guilt.Sunbeams touched my cheek and I opened my eyes.Leo stood at the window.He peered through the glassand I wondered what he saw, what he was thinking.He nolonger wore his party clothes; instead he had on dark jeansand a forest green button up shirt.He d rolled the longsleeves up to his biceps.Light shone in his hair and on histhick dark lashes.His lips, the shape of his jaw, and thetrimness of his waist were gorgeous.He was gorgeous. How long have I been asleep? I asked, sitting.Leo turned slightly and a smile bloomed across his face. You re okay.I moved to the edge of the bed. Yeah, I think so.He sat next to me. Sorry your party didn t end the wayit was supposed to.Cake and fireworks were part of thefinale. His face grew dark. But Mizrabel showed up andruined everything.Do you remember that? I do.I m not sure what she meant or what I should do.His eyes left my face toward my body.I followed hisgaze. Crap. I was in a white tank and it didn t cover much. How did I get in this? I asked, pulling the bed covers upto my chest.Leo stood.He rubbed the back of his neck and turnedaway.He seemed uncomfortable. AnnaBelle started tohelp, but she turned into Anna and Belle and, well&  Leotrailed off and shrugged. Got it, I said with a short laugh. Quilla came in and finished getting you ready for bed. Oh. That made me feel a little better. Why don t you get dressed, and then we can talk. Heused magic to open the door. Sure. I ll meet you in the kitchen in thirty minutes. Hewalked out of my room and the door closed behind him.I washed my face, put on some lip-gloss, and threw myhair in a high ponytail.Since Leo was in jeans, I figured Ishould be too, so I put on a pair of sandblasted skinnyjeans, a boho-chic white blouse with a gray tankunderneath.To complete the outfit I put on a pair of graysuede boots.The heels were flat and the tops zipped justunder my knees.Totally casual, but adorable.When I was finished, I used magic to open the door.Quilla was pacing just outside my door.A hand flew tomy throat in surprise.Her outfit was flamboyant as usual:Bright yellow and pink dress, hair teased with butterfliespinned in, black pointy boots and black and pink polka dottights. What the hell? Sorry, Cinderella, she said breezily, walking past meand into my room. I was just leaving to meet Leo.She didn t seem to hear me.The door shut and Quillagrabbed my hand. I ve been up all night thinking aboutmiserable Mizrabel and what she said.Have you had achance to think about it? Her fritzy toast, or curse, orwhatever you want to call it.I gave her hands a squeeze and dropped them. No, notreally. I turned toward the window.The land of Polonias was beautiful, full of color, andvibrant with life. No? Quilla asked, moving to stand next to me. Howcould you not? She waved her hand and my bed wasmade.Then she sneezed. I mean, that woman isdreadful.I sighed. Apparently that dreadful woman is mymother? The question moved off my lips with the hopethat Quilla would deny it.She didn t though. It s true.We hoped to wait a whilebefore you found out. So who s my father? I crossed my arms and turnedaway. Never mind, I don t think I want to know.Quilla shut the curtains, throwing the room intodarkness [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]