T*Witches: The Power of Two by Randi Reisfeld, H.B. Gilmour Page A
Authors: Randi Reisfeld, H.B. Gilmour
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could see it.
The loose rod began to straighten. Rust rained down as the bolt tightened.
But the family wasn't out of danger yet—not unless that bolt could be fastened, forced to stay tight in its rusty mooring.
And Alex could not. "It won't hold," she cried. "There's no nut. It needs to be soldered."
"Soldered?"
"The metal has to melt and harden—"
"Melt and harden. Er, garden, pardon..."Cam searched desperately for a rhyme. Then stopped abruptly as she felt the earlier warmth of the day collect inside her. The sun-drenched dust burned through her shoes, her feet. Her whole body trembled and her eyes hurt, stung, blurred.
She fixed her gaze on the bolt, fighting not to blink. The steel bar turned red, and then white with heat. A wisp of smoke wound around the edge of the bolt.
Moving agonizingly slowly, the big bolt began to melt. When it was nearly liquid, when Alex's hand was gripping Cam's tight enough to stop the blood flow, another gust of wind, a swirling tornado, wrapped itself around the cart—cooling, Cam knew, the molten metal.
Alex heard it. All at once, she heard the faint hiss of fire, smelled the acrid odor of sizzling metal. By the time the dark whirlwind had passed, the cart was secure again. The family was safe.
"Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere."
Chapter 10 — A Letter From the Clinic
"What just happened?"
Beth, who'd arrived at the Ol' Wagon Wheel, was out of breath and—had Cam noticed—patience, too. "One minute we're talking, and then, snap! You're gone. No explanation, no see-ya-later. I thought it was a barf-emergency or something. I looked everywhere."
Leaning against the split-log fence that funneled passengers onto the ride, Cam could barely hear Beth. The thunderous roar in her head overshadowed the soft pelting of her friend's complaints.
"Camryn, have you totally lost it? I'm talking to you! Why'd you run away from me and come back here?" Beth's nostrils flared, signaling borderline anger, about as close as the good-natured girl ever got.
Cam struggled to stop trembling, to quiet the clamor and come back to herself. "I'm... oh, man, Bethie... my bad."
Her calculated use of Elisabeth's childhood nickname had its desired effect: instant anger-be-gone.
"Bethie? You haven't called me that since, like, kindergarten. Wow—this is big. It has something to do with that girl, doesn't it?"
"What girl?" Cam asked quickly.
"You know, the local, that Alex kid." Beth gave an exaggerated sigh. "The one with your face, your eyes, your bod—"
"Beth, did you just see us together? Did you see what happened?!" Cam's heart leaped with hope. It was too good to be true. Had her best friend actually witnessed the stunning save? Had Beth seen what Cam and Big Sky girl had managed to pull off, with nothing but rhymes and desperate determination?!
"You mean how the two of you freaked when everyone was saying how you looked alike?"
"No, not that—"
"Then what?" Beth was clueless.
Dejected, Cam pushed off from the railing. What was she supposed to say? Did you see us doing what we couldn't possibly have done—fixing a busted, rusted old ride, rescuing a family from certain death?
It was crazy, she thought. Beth hadn't felt the irresistible force that had drawn Cam, and the stranger who looked like her, to the Ferris wheel. No one had.
And no one, not even Alex, seemed to have noticed the black-bearded guy in the shadows, whose gaze had left Cam feeling weak.
Or the other one, who'd appeared just before the windstorm, the skinny, old man...
No. Nuh- uh . Could not have happened, Cam told herself. Way too weird. If it had been real, any of it, everyone in the park would have seen it.
Okay. It's over, she decided. Not gonna obsess about it one more second. Not gonna talk about it. Ever!
Aiding and abetting Cam's decision, the girl, Alexandra
The loose rod began to straighten. Rust rained down as the bolt tightened.
But the family wasn't out of danger yet—not unless that bolt could be fastened, forced to stay tight in its rusty mooring.
And Alex could not. "It won't hold," she cried. "There's no nut. It needs to be soldered."
"Soldered?"
"The metal has to melt and harden—"
"Melt and harden. Er, garden, pardon..."Cam searched desperately for a rhyme. Then stopped abruptly as she felt the earlier warmth of the day collect inside her. The sun-drenched dust burned through her shoes, her feet. Her whole body trembled and her eyes hurt, stung, blurred.
She fixed her gaze on the bolt, fighting not to blink. The steel bar turned red, and then white with heat. A wisp of smoke wound around the edge of the bolt.
Moving agonizingly slowly, the big bolt began to melt. When it was nearly liquid, when Alex's hand was gripping Cam's tight enough to stop the blood flow, another gust of wind, a swirling tornado, wrapped itself around the cart—cooling, Cam knew, the molten metal.
Alex heard it. All at once, she heard the faint hiss of fire, smelled the acrid odor of sizzling metal. By the time the dark whirlwind had passed, the cart was secure again. The family was safe.
"Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere."
Chapter 10 — A Letter From the Clinic
"What just happened?"
Beth, who'd arrived at the Ol' Wagon Wheel, was out of breath and—had Cam noticed—patience, too. "One minute we're talking, and then, snap! You're gone. No explanation, no see-ya-later. I thought it was a barf-emergency or something. I looked everywhere."
Leaning against the split-log fence that funneled passengers onto the ride, Cam could barely hear Beth. The thunderous roar in her head overshadowed the soft pelting of her friend's complaints.
"Camryn, have you totally lost it? I'm talking to you! Why'd you run away from me and come back here?" Beth's nostrils flared, signaling borderline anger, about as close as the good-natured girl ever got.
Cam struggled to stop trembling, to quiet the clamor and come back to herself. "I'm... oh, man, Bethie... my bad."
Her calculated use of Elisabeth's childhood nickname had its desired effect: instant anger-be-gone.
"Bethie? You haven't called me that since, like, kindergarten. Wow—this is big. It has something to do with that girl, doesn't it?"
"What girl?" Cam asked quickly.
"You know, the local, that Alex kid." Beth gave an exaggerated sigh. "The one with your face, your eyes, your bod—"
"Beth, did you just see us together? Did you see what happened?!" Cam's heart leaped with hope. It was too good to be true. Had her best friend actually witnessed the stunning save? Had Beth seen what Cam and Big Sky girl had managed to pull off, with nothing but rhymes and desperate determination?!
"You mean how the two of you freaked when everyone was saying how you looked alike?"
"No, not that—"
"Then what?" Beth was clueless.
Dejected, Cam pushed off from the railing. What was she supposed to say? Did you see us doing what we couldn't possibly have done—fixing a busted, rusted old ride, rescuing a family from certain death?
It was crazy, she thought. Beth hadn't felt the irresistible force that had drawn Cam, and the stranger who looked like her, to the Ferris wheel. No one had.
And no one, not even Alex, seemed to have noticed the black-bearded guy in the shadows, whose gaze had left Cam feeling weak.
Or the other one, who'd appeared just before the windstorm, the skinny, old man...
No. Nuh- uh . Could not have happened, Cam told herself. Way too weird. If it had been real, any of it, everyone in the park would have seen it.
Okay. It's over, she decided. Not gonna obsess about it one more second. Not gonna talk about it. Ever!
Aiding and abetting Cam's decision, the girl, Alexandra
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