Crave. Melissa Darnell

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СКАЧАТЬ yes. Emily likes to use that spell to get rid of punks who bug her too much.”

      “How long would a spell like that last?”

      “If your sister cast it, a couple days at best. She’s too softhearted to will anyone to stay away longer than that. If I made it …” His face darkened. “A few months. Maybe years.”

      “And if I made one?”

      “Thinking of Christmas presents for your sister already?”

      I laughed with him. “Yeah, something like that.”

      “Well, like I said, it would depend on how often the boy tried to go near her. And how much you wanted him to stay away. But for one of Emily’s normal punks, I’d say at least a month if you cast it.”

      The Creepy Three seemed pretty obsessed today. They might wear out a spell quicker than one of Emily’s usual fans. Then again … I thought of how much I wanted them to leave Savannah alone. I bet I could make my spells last at least a couple months bare minimum. Maybe by then they would move on to someone else to obsess over.

      “Okay, what do I do?”

      He grinned at me. “Well, you know your sister. She hates to feel like she can’t handle her own problems. So it’s best if she doesn’t know what you’re doing.”

      “So I’d need to know who the creeps are without asking her, then find objects to charm that she’d carry around without suspecting?”

      “Exactly!”

      That last part might be tough. What could I give Savannah that she would keep with her at all times and not suspect? She’d question anything I gave her.

      Unless she didn’t know about it. Emily said I should put a small charm in Savannah’s backpack. Maybe I could manage to sneak something small in there without her noticing.

      “Okay, what else do I have to do?”

      He taught me what to say and how to tap a finger on the object to load it with the memory confusion spell. “Every time you tap it, you’ve got to sort of push your will into the object. Every push should equal one memory block.”

      “Should?”

      He shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. “Well, I’ve never been able to ask your sister or mother how many times certain people we know have started to approach them then ended up walking away confused.”

      Ah. So he had been doing a little secret protection work of his own. Mom and Emily would go nuts if they ever learned what he had been up to. I grinned. “I see your point.”

      “All right, let’s try it. I’ll turn my back, and you charm one of the lawn chairs. Then I’ll try to approach each one. That way when I get confused, you’ll know it really worked.”

      “Sounds good.”

      We practiced for a while to make sure I had the spell down. Then he had to call it a night. “Sorry, son, but I’m worn-out and have a board meeting early in the morning.”

      “No problem, Dad. Mind if I stay out here and keep practicing awhile?” I held my breath, expecting him to say that I couldn’t keep casting without his supervision according to Clann rules.

      Instead, he nodded and headed for the patio door. Then he hesitated and looked back. “You know, I really am proud of you today. Feels like I’m seeing my little boy becoming a man right in front of me.”

      My throat suddenly tightened. I managed a nod.

      “Let’s train again tomorrow night,” he suggested with a grin.

      Before I could think it through, I found myself nodding in agreement. He was still grinning as he entered the house. Great. Now he probably thought I’d changed my mind about following in his footsteps for the Clann leadership. If so, I’d have to figure out a way to let him down gently. Later. Right now, I had some serious memory confusion to create.

      CHAPTER 5

       Tristan

      I ran up to my room and looked around. What could I put the spells in? Pens? Pencils? Paper clips? Nah, Savannah was always loaning out stuff like that in algebra. Maybe Emily had something I could use.

      I had a sudden image of my sister handing me tampons just to torture me, and shuddered. No, I’d better not ask Emily. I glanced at my bedside clock. Eight fifty-six. Not too late to call for some insider advice. I grabbed a telephone book and my cordless phone.

      “Hello, may I speak with Anne, please?” I said when a woman answered.

      “Who is calling?” It was probably Anne’s mother, who worked in the accounting department at Coleman BioMed, Dad’s company. Not good. If she mentioned to any coworkers that I was calling Savannah’s best friend at home …

      Thinking fast, I replied, “Arthur.”

      “Arthur, it’s a little late for phone calls.”

      At eight fifty-seven? Now I knew where Anne got her personality from. “Yes, ma’am. Sorry for the late phone call, but it’s a math emergency.” That wasn’t too much of a stretch on the truth.

      “One moment.”

      I heard murmuring in the background. Then Anne picked up the phone. “Why, hello, Arthur. Having trouble with that warty little problem we ran into today?” Her voice dripped with smug satisfaction.

      I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I am. I need to know what types of things S—I mean, your friend usually carries around in her backpack.” I barely stopped myself from saying Savannah’s name out loud. Knowing my parents, they’d probably put a spell on my room to warn them if I ever said her name again.

      “What doesn’t she have in there? The girl never cleans anything. Not her backpack, not her locker, not even her bedroom. Every time I sleep over at her house, I end up spending half the time cleaning her room just so I have some space to breathe. Drives me crazy!”

      I pictured lacy scraps of underwear and bras lying around a sleeping Savannah, and fought to exhale. “Uh, not to interrupt the venting here, but I could use your help now.”

      “Ha! I knew you couldn’t handle it on your own.” She sighed. “All right, what do you want?”

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