Mythical (The Mystical Series Book 2) by Michael Weekly Read Free Book Online Page A

stares at me, and it’s obvious he’s afraid. He grabs my wrists. I kick him off of me and shove him against the wall, hearing his back thud against it when he hits.
    My broomstick forms into a sword, and I raise it up under his chin. My eyes are burning and my markings have never been so alive. This is all out of my control, and I don’t feel like myself.
    The freezing stops, and my broomstick drops to the floor. I shiver as the coldness leaves from my body. I stare at the broomstick and then back up at Christian. His eyes are wide, and he’s completely confused by what happened.
    I open my mouth in shock. Since when did my broomstick ever activate by itself? Could this be the hexed items Donovan was talking about earlier? Vibrations buzz against my fingers as my markings gradually stop glowing. Christian stands up, mumbling something under his breath. He backs away from me, bumping into the dresser behind him.
    “I didn’t mean to…I-I’m…I’m sorry, Christian.”
    Why would my broomstick activate for Christian? There was something about him my broomstick didn’t like. As soon as I touched my broomstick, it was like he needed to be killed, by no one other than me. My thoughts were pushed aside and I started to think about not killing him but controlling myself.
    “It’s fine,” he says. “I’m a little startled is all. I’ve never had a witch come close to killing me.”
    His eyes dart toward the door and back at me. Feeling really bad about wanting to kill him, I step near him cautiously, and Christian backs away from me.
    “Thanks for trying to warn me about Emily.”
    The tension in the room is beyond awkward.
    “Yeah, don’t mention it.” He forces a fake grin up at me, and I pick up my broomstick to place it in my pocket.
    I remember him dropping the rose in the trees that night I chased after him. For some reason this rose keeps popping up in my life. “Christian, I wanted to ask you something.”
    “Sure.”
    The thunder claps outside, and little droplets of rain begin to splat on my window’s glass. “Why did you have the rose in the forest?”
    “Terese got to you too, right?”
    “Who’s that?”
    “The queen of elves, of course.”
    “Oh, Miss Canary?” She didn’t make it clear that she was the Queen of Ellevil. What else is she hiding? “Yeah, she gave me the rose when I was—”
    “When you were five.”
    “How did you know that?”
    Christian walks over to my dresser, opening it. He takes out a glowing rose with light green markings swirling around its dark green stem. “Because I was given the same one at that age too. We met earlier than you think.”
    This is the kid that was hiding behind her door. He didn’t come off as shy or angry, yet sadness filled his eyes.
    “I didn’t give it to you; I dropped it that night.”
    “Why were you running away in the first place?”
    “I was running from someone.”
    Before I can ask him who, thunder claps outside the room, followed by a flash of lightning.
    Christian steps toward the door, opening it. “Follow me,” he says, glancing at the window. “I want to show you something.”
    What if Donovan sees me sneaking out of the castle with the elf? He’d think I’m a traitor like Mellissa thought of Alec Verel. I don’t know if Christian is corrupt or not; he could be pure like the rest of the elves here. Sometimes Donovan can be on the fence about things like this.
    I step out of my room and see the door to his room is open, the golden light seeping out. The hallways are dark and the tiny lights on the ceilings are the only things that guide us around. Donovan’s door closes.
    “Hey, are you okay? Not going to go all crazy on me again, are you?” Christian stands next to me, and I can’t help realizing how tall and slim he is. One thing that’s noticeable is his eyes; they’re glowing in this darkness.
    “Can you see?” I ask.
    “Yeah. It’s not necessarily night vision. It’s an elf thing that keeps us alive