I snicker. “Bully for her.”
“I’m scared, Lou. This eclipse isn’t happening anywhere else. It’s specific to Cypress and the surrounding areas.”
“There goes any hope of this being a weird global anomaly. This is impossible.” The sun governs us all; anything happening to it should be un
iversal.
“I know. They’re calling a council lead meeting with the heads of families and all the witches who can make it in.”
“When and where?”
“That’s still being haggled over. They’re scrambling at this point, and the fear is making them snippy.”
“I can’t blame them. This is either a bold statement or a sign of something very wrong with our neck of the woods.”
“I don’t know how we can do damage control on such a vast audience,” Fel says.
“It would take one hell of a spell.”
“Manipulating that many minds is skating on the edge of ethical.”
“The rules are always flexible when it comes to what’s best for the greater good. It would take all of us working together to pull it off. That in itself might require a miracle.”
A loud boom makes me jump. “What the hell is that?” I rush toward the front door. The wards are firmly in place. It can’t be an attack. A line of vampires dart out the door in front of me.
Sizzling like bacon dancing in a skillet fills my ears. My jaw drops as flaming bits of circular objects hurtle from the sky. The fiery rain ranges in size from large to medium. The ground shakes with impact.
I grab for the doorframe to stay on my feet. Marcellus and Luz are in front of and behind me instantly, holding onto my arms to keep me steady as the ground continues to vibrate.
“What the hell are those?”
“Meteorites.” Percival and Miles voices are synched.
“What the hell is going on with this town?” Luz asks.
“Nothing good,” I answer honestly. We’ve just experienced darkness followed by fiery rain. It could be read as a mimicry of biblical plagues.
“So, who pissed off God?” Ruby whispers.
“Apparently the town of Cypress as a whole.” Ada snarky tone adds to the tension.
The ground settles as the shower ends and the sun is returned to rule on its throne.
“Well, we have an answer about the spontaneous eclipse,” Larkin says.
“Are you okay?” Marcellus steps away and studies me.
“Right as rain.” My voice shakes betraying my lighthearted words.
“Liar,” Marcellus replies.
“Okay… physically, I’m unharmed.”
“Better,” Marcellus nods.
“Cristobal is going to be so mad he’s in the Middle East right now,” Gil adds softly
I groan. “Oh, he’s going to be livid. We need to call him right now.”