Reckless Revenge: Book Four (Spellbound 4) by Sherry Soule Read Free Book Online Page B

face.
    As he stared at Trent and me, his eyes grew wide. “Oh, dear lord,” Evans cried. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to intrude.”
    Trent sighed heavily and slumped on the mattress. “Did you need something, Uncle Tony?”
    “I, um, just wanted to…” Evans dropped his hand away from the switch and closed his eyes for a second, as if it would clear his mind of the image before him. I dreaded to think what this looked like to him. He knew were dating, but being half-naked in front of him was slightly embarrassing for all of us. Well, maybe not for Trent.
    Uninvited heat reddened my cheeks. “Uh, give me a sec,” I mumbled and tried to tug on my shirt over my head. My arms got tangled in the fabric and I ended up trying to put my head through the sleeve. Where was the damn opening? I yanked it off and tried again. Finally, I got my shirt back on straight.
    “I, uh…oh—never mind,” Evans stammered, and then fled the room.
    I glanced at Trent, and the beginning of that annoying smirk tipped the corners of his mouth.
    “Whatcha doing tomorrow?” Trent asked nonchalantly as if Evans had not just walked in on us partially undressed. “Do you want to hang out by the lake?”
    Phoenix Lake was the local make-out spot. Couples parked there or lazed in the meadow by the water. Some even dared to go skinny-dipping.
    I took a steadying breath to control my heart rate. “Sure. What time?”
    “About seven. But wait inside the Jeep if I’m not there yet. Then we’ll do a little recon.”
    So, he didn’t want to continue this at the lake. Just hunt down the lycans. I gave him a jerky nod of consent. Who cared about the stupid sheriff-imposed curfew? Not me. And obviously not a rebel like Trent.
    In that moment, I didn’t care anymore that I’d witnessed Trent’s unnatural black eyes. If he was offering to help hunt Dad’s murderer and join my team—then sign me up. Besides, I had so many other things to worry about that I just didn’t want to dwell on it. I was a busy girl. I had scores to settle. Lycans to kill. And creepy ravens to zap outta trees. It just goes to show you how much my priorities were seriously out of whack.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    The house was empty when I entered. I flung my backpack and textbooks on the floor and wandered into the kitchen. I found a note left for me on the fridge. Darrah had gone out with Maxwell. Again.
    I caught my reflection in the hall mirror and frowned at my mop of tangled shoulder-length hair.
    Up in my bedroom, I searched the grimoires for a spell that would speed hair growth and found one after an hour. One of my ancestors must’ve gotten a bad haircut once and created this enchantment. Lucky me. I followed the simple instructions.
    I brushed my hair thirteen times, while I recited the incantation. “ Stretch it, twist it, make it grow. Like a river, let it flow. Three times as fast will this hair grow.”
    My scalp tingled. Then the roots of my hair pulsated and I grimaced. To my amazement, the short strands began magically lengthening and growing down my back like long vines. Whoa.
    Once the longer tresses reached my waist, I gasped. “Stop! Not too long,” I exclaimed, lifting up a piece of hair and examining it. Thankfully, the spell ended.
    Smiling, I walked over to the mirror. My long black hair had returned to its previous beauty and flowed around me like a dark shawl. Yay! Go me. Now I’d just have to tell everyone that I got hair extensions.
    Skipping downstairs, I did my homework and prepared a pasta dish I had seen on the Food Network for dinner. I had gone all out, even making the noodles from scratch, rather than emptying the contents of a box into a pot of boiling water. By the time I was done, the sink was full of dirty dishes and the burners on the gas range were cluttered with pots and pans.
    I kept glancing at the clock. Another hour passed. No Darrah. My heart panged. I really, really hated being alone in the house.
    Taking a glass of soda with me, I