[book two]
Sophie Brooks is cursed. The spirit of a very ancient, very angry vampire dwells within her and is fighting to break free. As she and her friends struggle to re-open Redstone Academy and allow entry to all of the supernatural creatures, b...
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AS IT TURNED out, Finn couldn't turn it off.
The next several hours were spent tucked away in the back of the library, fervently attempting to figure out how to make her mark stop glowing. Finn retraced his steps, repeating the actions he'd taken before her mark started to glow. He tried out similar curses that he'd found in old scrolls. He tried everything that he could think of —and so did Sophie.
"I'm not sure what else to do," Finn admitted hesitantly, after they both realized that nothing could be done. His gaze was transfixed on Sophie's face, watching her reaction. "If you would like, I can go get a scarf. That might conceal it for now. At least until I can discuss this with some colleges of mine. I feel strongly that they may be able to help us stop the glowing. It will just take some time before they respond."
Sophie squeezed her eyes shut. "I look like a night-light. How long exactly is this going to take?"
Finn fiddled with his fingers. "Possibly a day or two. Three at most. My colleges are an older coven of witches. They reside in the north, and don't use telephones. I'll have to enlist the help of another witch here in order to get in contact with them."
"Great."
He smiled apologetically. "I'm really sorry for the inconvenience. On the bright side, now you know that you'd look very cute as a night-light!"
"Just go get that stupid scarf," she muttered grumpily. She had no clue how she was going to explain her throat to Eli. Hopefully, he wouldn't freak out about it too much.
Finn stood and walked off. While he was away, Sophie sunk down lower into her seat and continued to read her own book. She through a few more pages and then Finn returned, a thick black scarf in hand. She eyed it cautiously, trying her best to hide her grimace. "That looks like it is going to be hot," she remarked.
He held it out to her, another apologetic smile plastered to his face. "Unfortunately, it is meant for winter. It probably will be. It's fairly thick though, so it should prevent the light from shining through."
"Fabulous." Sophie could hardly muster up enough enthusiasm to sound genuine.
She took the scarf and started to wrap it around her neck. The blinding light that shimmered in her peripheral vision died out. She lowered her hands and glared at Finn. She was already starting to sweat.
"You look great!" Finn beamed. He reached out and gently touched the edge of her scarf. His fingers played with the dark fabric. "I always thought it looked nice. It looks phenomenal on you."
"Your compliments aren't going to make this scarf any cooler." She scowled sourly and prodded at the bundle of fabric around her neck. "It's kind of itchy too."
Finn sighed. He released the edge of her scarf, his hand retreating back to his side. "I'm really sorry, Sophie. Had I known that your mark was going to react this way, I never would have messed with it."
