Bloodlines Read Free Page B

put the kettle on.
    “What do you think they wanted?” she asked me
    “The book. One of them asked how I got it and how I got in the house.”
    “What did you say?”
    “I told them it was none of their business.”
    “Who do you think they are? Do you think they could be who you’re looking for?”
    “I don’t know, but if that’s the sort of people they are then I don’t want to know them.”
    “They must have known you had power.”
    “What makes you say that?” I said, putting down the mugs.
    “They didn’t speak to me, or attack me in anyway.”
    “I don’t know, maybe, but why attack me? Why not just talk to me if they know I’m the same as them.”
    “I wish I had all the answers for you, I really do.”
    “I think we should both get some sleep. We’ll be safe so you don’t have to worry about anything, I promise.”
    “What if they get in and take the book?”
    “They won’t get in. This room is protected now.”
    “How?”
    “A spell.”
    “Well, couldn’t they break it?”
    “Maybe, but only if they knew the exact spell I’d used. And there are a lot of them, so it would take them a while.”
    Lily seemed to relax a bit and got into bed. I was tired myself now, so I put the book under my pillow.
     

Chapter 3
    Could It Be?
     
    We woke early the next morning. All was peaceful and life had returned to the motel. I sat at the table with coffee and the book while Lily got showered. I’d only been reading about ten minutes when she came in.
    “Found anything interesting?” she asked.
    “How it all began.” I told her what I knew up to that point.
    We were both hungry now so we went out for breakfast. I hid the book under the floorboards beneath the bed and put another spell on the room as we left. I would instantly know if someone was trying to get in. We drove into the village and went in the same café we’d been in the day before. We were the only people there other than the staff. After breakfast we decided to walk further into the village. When we got to the corner of the street we bumped into Lucian and Jake.
    “Hey.” Lucian smiled.
    “Hi,” we both replied.
    “How are you both today?” Jake asked.
    “Fine, thank you,” Lily said, going a little pink.
    “How is your studying coming on?”
    “Slowly actually,” I groaned.
    “Why?” Lucian asked.
    “We don’t really know who we can talk to about the things we need to know. I’m not being funny but the people around here don’t seem to be very friendly. We just get glared at all the time.”
    “Ah, that’s because you are in the old town. People here are still very superstitious and wary when they see a new face. Maybe you should go to the new town.”
    “But we’re not here to study the new town, are we?”
    “Yeah, that’s true. Well, we could try and help you out. We know a lot of the history; it gets drummed into you in our families.”
    “Why?” Lily asked.
    “Our families have always lived in Massachusetts, Salem mainly, so they pass the history down,” Jake told us.
    “Well, we would really appreciate any help you could give us,” I replied tentatively.
    “When are you free?” Lucian asked.
    “Anytime.”
    “Well, there’s no time like the present. Shall we go somewhere we can talk properly?”
    “Yes, where?”
    “We can go to my house,”
    I hesitated for a moment. I looked at Lily, who nodded. “OK,” I said.
    Lucian’s house was like something out of the movies. The gates stood three times my height and the place seemed to be bristling with security. You had to either buzz to get in or, in Lucian’s case, hold a key fob in front of the scanner. The approach to the house was surrounded by trees – it was beautiful.
    The house, or should I say mansion, looked very old yet modern at the same time. It had been well looked after over the years. Its great stone walls reached to three stories. It had black-painted old-fashioned windows and, in some places, ivy grew. When I got out of