Sons of the Dark: Book 2

"Nice haircut." Ashley walked toward Samuel, her green dress clinging to her hips. She looked him up and down then stepped closer and pinched his spiky hair. Her sweet perfume enveloped them.

"You look as if you are adjusting well. Most Renegades aren't as lucky as you. They end up wandering the streets, dazed and begging for food."

"You say that like you know from first hand experience," he answered.

"Maybe." She smoothed her palm over his cheek, then tilted her head, coaxing. "You didn't answer answer my question."

"Which was?"

"Would you really do anything to go home?"

"Who wouldn't?" he asked glumly.

"Seriously, let me take you back to your own time."

His heart beat wildly. Was it possible to travel that far into the past?
The runic symbols sensed his restlessness. The letters bound themselves together and started circling around him. The commotion created a high-pitched hum.
Ashley batted the intertwined letters away. The magic shattered in a spray of golden dust. The specks encrusted the sidewalk, then fluttered and twitched, trying to re-form. Ashley ground them into the concrete with her pointy-toed shoe.

"Obie's spell casting isn't enough to resist me yet," she said wryly, and offered her hand to Samuel again.

"Take me home," he whispered hoarsely. He clasped her fingers and braced himself, knowing that there would be a terrible price to pay.