CHAPTER 17
Jaye stood in the middle of my room. Hex! His hand in his blue pants’ pocket and his eyes were wide and glowing with an evil hunger, like a snake who had found the fattest rat in the field. I wanted to run, but his strings were faster. One snatched the jewel from my hand and the other clasped around my wrist and pulled me toward him. I let the string take me. Fear had frozen my mind. How could I explain this or minimize whatever was coming my way? I didn’t know.
He lifted the jewel to peer at it and the corner of his mouth lifted in a croaked smile.
“Beautiful,” he whispered to the jewel before grabbing my hand when I reached his side. Twisting my wrist, he hissed in my ears, “Where could’ve you gotten this, little witchling?”
“I found it … in the library,” I said gritting m
