CHAPTER 6The Rainbow Lights
The seashell sparkled under the perky light of the reading lamp at Monte’s desk. He ran his finger over the ridges before tucking it safely inside his trouser pocket. The marks on his thigh had healed and were no longer bothersome, yet the memory of nearly being swallowed up by the ocean still made him shudder. He was convinced the shell had saved his life and he liked to keep it close—especially with all the rumors flying around.
It had not taken long to discover that Scotland was on the verge of magical upheaval. Mystic surveillance had been strict since the Darrow family arrived, beginning only moments after Grandmother Meriweather had greeted them outside their portal. Given the nature of their duties with the International Mystic Bureau, Mr. and Mrs. Darr
