The Secret of Spellshadow Manor 2 by Bella Forrest (top ten ebook reader .TXT) 📗

you are improving,” she said, her voice bright with genuine enthusiasm.

Alex frowned, wondering how Jari knew his skills were improving. Perhaps his blond-haired friend had been paying more attention than Alex thought.

“I’m getting much better,” admitted Alex. He wondered whether to tell Natalie about the notebook, but a warning shiver prickled up the back of his neck, keeping the words from slipping out of his mouth. “I’m teaching myself a lot,” he half lied.

“That is wonderful to hear!” She gave him a cheerful grin. “I knew you would figure your powers out eventually.”

“Yeah, I’m getting there,” he replied dryly.

“Well, I must be getting back,” said Natalie.

“Yeah, me too,” said Alex.

They set off up the steps and slipped out of the walled garden. As they parted ways, Alex couldn’t help but watch as Natalie walked in the direction of the cellar, his invitation still nonexistent. They neither wanted him nor needed him, despite what he could do.

As he wandered back toward the manor, he pondered why he hadn’t told Natalie about the notebook. He knew it wasn’t just the invisible gag of Elias’s stern retribution; there was something else, running alongside it. An uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

It seemed everyone really did have their secrets.

Chapter 25

The following day, for the first time in a long while, Alex was surprised to see Jari and Natalie waiting for him in the mess hall at dinner. In their usual spot by the window, they sat down to eat together, though the tension from the previous lunchtime’s discovery still lingered in the air between them.

Alex didn’t bring it up again, but as they ate, Jari seemed to have an air of passive-aggression about him, skewering a buttered potato on the end of his fork and biting savagely into it as Alex asked how they were both doing. Alex was frustrated by Jari, but refused to let his friend see. At least Natalie had tried to explain why they had kept the cellar training from him, but Jari seemed set on brushing off any guilt he might have felt, not caring about Alex’s feelings. Alex tried to talk to Natalie instead, but Natalie was too tired to really speak. He knew she had been in another of her brutal lessons with Renmark, and it had clearly left her on the brink of exhaustion. Even lifting a forkful of mashed potato to her mouth left her hands shaking.

So, they ate in almost complete silence, peppered by snippets of small talk and the clink and scrape of cutlery on ceramic.

“Alex Webber?” a voice asked. Alex turned to see a boy beside him, small in stature, with reddish-brown hair. It was the new boy, Felipe Cortez.

“Yes?” said Alex, frowning.

“Please come with me. Professor Escher would like to see you right away,” he explained nervously, brushing an anxious hand through his hair.

“Me?” asked Alex, his heart in his throat.

The boy nodded. “Yes, right away. Follow me.”

A wave of dread crashed over Alex as he stood to follow the boy. Casting a worried glance back at his two friends did nothing to still his nerves: their faces were as pale and horrified as he imagined his to be. Paranoia piggybacked on the rush of dread. Alex wondered if it had come—if this was the moment he had been fearing.

Had he finally been found out? He had been cocky, allowing himself to be reassured that he had gotten away with breaking into the Head’s quarters and firing a blockade of dense ice at Professor Escher. He had been arrogant, thinking he could keep his secret forever, within the walls of the manor. He had allowed himself to be fooled, when there was, in truth, no place to hide in the manor.

He followed the messenger through a labyrinth of hallways, heading toward a part of the manor Alex wasn’t familiar with. Gray ivy hung in clumps from the stone walls, snaking down and creeping out across the floor, where it reached up to brush against Alex’s leg as he walked through the corridors. It prickled him like a nettle, a cold sting against his anti-magic. He didn’t recognize any of the doorways or portraits that hung in this section of the building, but Felipe seemed sure of his route as he scurried on ahead.

Eventually, they reached a broad set of double doors that stood ominously at the very end of a long, wide corridor. They were made of thick, varnished oak with two black iron knockers roaring out from the center of each, sculpted into the shape of a lion and a unicorn, though the unicorn was not the type seen in fairytales. Its mouth was open wide in a scream as it bared its teeth, the eyes narrowed and savage beneath a brutal spike that served as its horn. Alex felt as if the lion might snap his hand off if he lifted the great circular weight that dangled from its fanged jaws.

“I’ll leave you here,” insisted the boy as he tore off in the direction he had just come.

Breathing deeply, Alex steadied his nerves, picked up the bottom curve of the iron rung, and knocked it hard against the dense oak. The impact thundered around Alex, echoing up the hallway behind him. The lion glowered down at him with burning black eyes.

“Enter,” called a voice from within.

Heaving against the hefty door, Alex pushed the unicorn side open and stepped into a large, empty room with a single table and two chairs in the center. Above the room hung a beautiful chandelier, half-covered with a dustsheet, the crystals glinting in the torchlight and casting shattered silver petals of radiance onto the black marble floor. It was polished to a high shine, reflecting the artwork of the ceiling. Alex’s breath was taken away by the beauty of it; whoever had painted it had been a virtuoso. Scenes of battle lay splayed out in minute detail across the whole length and breadth of the ceiling—armor-clad warriors