Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 143051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 477(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 477(@300wpm)
“Well, maybe you’ll find out sooner than you think,” Avery said, grinning at her.
“And it’s not a waste,” I said firmly.
“Kaitlyn is right—we need you, Emma—and we’re behind you all the way,” Megan told her. “If there’s anything we can do to help you deal with the Morganna situation, just let us know.”
“Thanks,” Emma smiled gratefully. “But I think I’ll just have to wait it out. Eventually she’ll get tired of picking on me and move on to someone else.”
She had a point, I thought. For girls like Morganna, there was always someone else to pick on. Still, it didn’t seem fair that Emma had to put up with being the flavor of the month for the nasty bully. I wished there was something I could do to help my friend and Coven-mate. But other than doing a partial shift myself—which didn’t really count since in my new form I was always sort of partially shifted—I couldn’t think of a thing.
“It’ll be all right, Emma—we’ll stand by you through thick and thin,” I told her, giving her moral support since I couldn’t offer anything else.
“Thanks, Kaitlyn.” She smiled at me.
“Who knows?” Avery speculated. “Maybe it’ll turn out you’re a Drake in disguise or a sexy Vampire, or you have latent magic powers or something else special and exciting just like Kaitlyn.” He leaned across the table, grinning at her. “Maybe you’ll even find out you’re a disguised Fae noblewoman and you belong in the Seelie Court.”
“Bite your tongue!” Emma exclaimed. “I’d rather eat nothing but cafeteria food for the rest of my life than find out I was one of those stuck-up, snotty bullies!”
She poked at the orange-covered glop on her tray meaningfully, making her point.
“Well, there has to be something special about you, Emma—why else would you be here?” Megan asked reasonably. “Headmistress Nightworthy doesn’t admit just anybody, you know—no matter how much tuition their benefactor is paying.”
“Well, I’m afraid I’m the exception that proves the rule,” Emma said, shaking her head. “There’s absolutely nothing magical or special or even interesting about me in the least. I’m as plain as plain can be. If you looked up nondescript in the dictionary, you’d see a picture of me.”
“I think you’re wrong about that,” Avery said, frowning. “I can’t put my finger on why, but it’s just how I feel, Emmers.”
“I agree,” Emma,” Megan told her. “You’re special.”
“Especially to us,” I said firmly. “We couldn’t do without you.”
I meant every word, but as we all went back to our food, I couldn’t help wondering what was in store for my good friend.
If it was anything as crazy as what had happened to me, Emma was in for a wild ride…
The End? Of course not!