“Whose room is this?” I asked, wishing it were mine He gave me a smile as he spotlighted the flashlight around. “It’s Aislin’s.”

“No, seriously,” I said, unbelieving that the poster of Rise Against hanging on the wall could belong to Aislin. “Whose room is this?”

He laughed. “I’m being serious. This is Aislin’s room.” I was so confused. “But it’s so….so…awesome.” He laughed even harder. “What did you expect it to look like?”

“I don’t know….less dark and more….pink and flowery.” He opened the closet. “You have to understand something about Aislin. She’s not who she appears to be on the outside. She has a darker side to her.” He set the flashlight down and grabbed a box from the top shelf. “Most witches do have a darker side…But my father trained her to be the girl she is on the outside—he controlled her a lot.” He continued to rummage around in the closet, and I walked around the room, still not believing this could be Aislin’s room. It just didn’t make any sense.

I caught sight of a photo on top of her dresser. I squinted through the darkness at it and realized it was a photo of her and Laylen, sitting out on a porch, smiling for the camera.

The sunlight lit up the happiness in their eyes. A happiness which did not exist at the moment.

“What are you looking for?” I walked into the closet beside Alex. “I thought you said the book was in your father’s office.”

He pulled another box off the top closet shelf—a black one decorated with purple stars—and lifted the lid. “I’m looking for this.”

It was a box filled with plastic baggies of herbs, candles, crystals, beads, necklaces, and other stuff I couldn’t identify.

“Aislin’s witch stuff?” I asked, picking up one of the silver-chained necklaces and examining it.

“Yeah, she figured we could pick it up while we were here.”

I nodded and put the necklace back. “It’s a good idea. I mean, we’ve been having to use her magic a lot to help us out.”

We left Aislin’s room and went into the room across the hall. It was Stephan’s office, lined with a ton of shelves that had rows and rows of books.

“Please tell me you know where the Foreseer book is,” I said in a hopeful tone.

He shook his head, crushing my hopefulness into smithereens. “Start looking.”

A half an hour later, we were up to our elbows in books. Alex had balanced the flashlight in the center of the room, so there was just enough of a faint glow that we could look around. Then we started pulling off books one by one, but none of them were what we were looking for.

“Are you sure the book’s in here?” I asked, shutting a book and resting my head against the shelf.

“Yeah, it’s in here.” Alex scratched his head as he flipped through the pages of a book. “My dad showed it to me during one of the, like, two times he paid us a visit—he said I needed to brush up on my Foreseer knowledge.”

“That’s a weird thing to say.”

He shrugged. “He’s always said weird things like that.” I glanced up at the rows and rows of books that still needed to be searched. “Well, what if it’s not on the shelf,” I said, getting an idea. “I mean the book has got to be important, right—if it has the history of the Foreseers in it.

So, why would he keep it out in the open?” I paused. “You know, I once went looking for my birth certificate in Marco and Sophia’s room.”

He looked up from the book he was skimming through, shocked. “Did you find it?”

“Yeah, it was hidden in this secret compartment of this trunk they had.” I pointed to a trunk in the corner of the room. “Kind of like that one….”

Alex and I both looked at one another and then we were on our feet, moving for the trunk. Alex swiped the flashlight up from the floor, flipped the latch of the trunk open, and raised the lid. And of course it was full of books—why wouldn’t it be. We took them out, checking each one, making sure it wasn’t the book we were looking for.

When we reached the bottom, I pushed on the board, and just like the trunk in Marco and Sophia’s room, the bottom popped up, and there was our book. I knew right away that it was our book by the eye on the cover. I had seen the same kind of eye on the columns in the place where my father was—the Room of Forbidden. It was an old book with a flimsy cover, worn out from age.

“So this is it.” I started to get to my feet, ready to get out of here. But Alex stayed sitting, staring into the trunk.

“What is it?” I glanced in the trunk. “What’s wrong?” He took out a thick leather book with the initials A.A on it.

“Is it yours?” I asked, figuring A.A. stood for Alex Avery.

He swallowed hard as he flipped through the pages. “I think it’s my mother’s…journal.”

It was a moment for him. I got that. So I stayed quiet while he glanced through it.

He stood up, and his hand holding the flashlight was shaking a little. “I’m taking this with me.” I nodded and helped him pile the books back into the trunk. Then I glanced around at the mess we made. “Should we clean up?” I asked, hoping he would say no.

Alex shook his head, already heading for the door.

And that’s when we heard it. A door slamming closed.

The sound dinged through the house, like a warning bell.

Both our eyes widened.

Someone was here.

Chapter 19

“Do you think it’s him?” I whispered as Alex clicked the flashlight off.

Darkness.

“I’m not sure.” He took my hand, his skin zapping with a static flow. “Be as quiet as possible.”

We tiptoed like elves down the hall toward the stairway, but turned right back around when we heard his voice drifting up the stairs.

Stephan.

Alex led me into a room and softly clicked the door shut.

Then he flipped the flashlight back on. It was his room, I could tell that right away, by all the guy stuff scattered everywhere.

“What are we going to do?” I whispered, my heart knocking into my chest.

He put his finger up to his lips as he walked over to a rug on the floor.

“Are you kidding me?” I shook as he flipped over the rug.

Just like I guessed, underneath the rug a square was cut into the hardwood floor. “What is it with you guys and trapdoors?”

“Have you seen the life we live,” Alex told me. “Trapdoors are a must.” He raised the trapdoor open and shined the light down into the hole.

I was astonished by how small it was inside. “Are we going to be able to fit?”

He rubbed the back of his neck tensely. “I can find someplace else to hide.”

Nope. Not going down that road again. “No, we can fit,” I assured him and lowered myself into the hole.

It was small. Really, really small. But we managed to squish ourselves into it and with some maneuvering Alex managed to lower the door and get the rug to flop over it.

“Your dad doesn’t know where this is, right?” I whispered.

“No,” he whispered back, his breath hot on my face. “And I doubt he’ll even come in here. I mean, why would he?” We were laying on our sides, face to face, our legs and arms pressed together. If this wasn’t crossing a line, I don’t know what was. If we stayed down here for too long, we would kill each other for sure.

Alex turned off the flashlight and everything went dark.

“How do we know when he leaves?” I asked quietly. “And what if he doesn’t?”

Alex didn’t answer and I knew I worried him. He shifted his body, pressing his legs harder against mine. “Sorry,” he said, inching them away.

It was growing so electric, I swear, at any moment we were going to turn all ‘glow-in-the-dark-like.’

“Maybe we should get out and try to make a run for it,” Alex suggested. “Hop out a window or something.”

“But if he sees us leaving—”

Alex threw his hand over my mouth. “Shhh….” I held my breath, my pulse racing as I heard the soft thud of boot’s moving across the floor. A click—probably the light turning on. The boots paused right above of us and it was so quiet that I didn’t dare breath. The only thing I was grateful for was the fact that the air hadn’t chilled, so that meant no Death Walkers were nearby. It was only Stephan, but what was he doing. All I could hear was some fumbling around and then he would stand silently. This went on for quite some time, but then finally, the thudding of boots were heading away from us and toward the door. There was a pause and then the door clicked shut.