Excerpt 1,
Chapter 1:
Out of nowhere, a gust of wind blew through the open
window. Standing up, I rushed to close it.
Then stopped in my tracks.
The window wasn’t open.
My heart plummeted into the depths of my stomach as
the bottom dropped out.
What was going on here? Gusts of wind rushed
straight at us like a storm blowing through our room—where both the windows and
doors were closed.
My knees started wobbling, and I braced myself on
the edge of my desk.
With the wind came a deafening roar that sounded
like giant hunks of rock ripping in half.
Turning around, I glanced at Patrick. “What the
bloody—?”
“I-I, uh, don’t know. But look.” His dark eyes went
wide, his jaw going slack as he pointed behind me.
When I turned around, my jaw fell open. I blinked
and blinked, but the crazy sight remained.
A strange pool of light swirled around in the center
of my room. It started as a tiny blue marble, then grew larger every second
until the translucent sapphire circle filled the room.
Two shadowy figures appeared in the middle of the
swirling light, small at first but growing larger as they walked toward the center
of the liquidy blue circle.
A few seconds later, a man and a woman emerged from
the sapphire portal. Both were dressed in old-fashioned clothes. The man had on
a three-piece suit and a fedora, while the woman wore a silky, drop-waisted
dress that made me think of the 1920s.
The man clutched a necklace at his collarbone that
glowed an intense royal blue.
Maybe the Three Societies weren’t done with us yet.
Patrick gasped, then rose to his feet and put his
arm around me. “It’s a Watcher, from the past.
Coming through some kind of wormhole,” he whispered
in my ear.
I glanced at him, about to ask how he could possibly
know that, while simultaneously calling up my internal lightning power.
As I said before—just in case.
But then one of the intruders spoke.
“Actually …” the man trailed off, releasing his grip
on the necklace.
Within seconds, the portal collapsed in on itself,
the wind died down, and everything returned to normal again. Well, except for
the piles of papers blown around the room.
“We’re not Watchers. We’re both Guardians, like
you.” The man enunciated in a crisp tone of voice that reminded me of my
British homeland, but the accent was still American.
“Wh-who are you?” I stammered, even as Patrick moved
in front of me.
Who knew what would happen if we told these two that
the Guardians didn’t exist anymore.
“Ah, let me allow myself to make the proper
introductions.” The man took off his fedora and smoothed his brown hair
peppered with gray. “We are Ward and Eleanor Sinclair,” he gestured to his
wife, who curtsied slightly.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance,” Eleanor said,
dipping her head at us and fanning out her blue dress skirt in a half-curtsy.
I blinked at the gesture, unsure how to respond.
“I’m Patrick Rodriguez, and this is my girlfriend,
Bella, Isabelle Beatrix.” Patrick held out his hand.
Ward and Eleanor took turns shaking his hand.
Then they all looked at me. I was frozen still as a
statue. A blinking statue.
“I think she’s in shock.” Patrick wrapped one arm
around my shoulder, nudging me forward.
“Maybe you can tell us what the heck just happened.”
“Certainly. Ward?” Eleanor arched one eyebrow and
nodded at her husband.
“Ah, yes.” Ward stood up a little straighter. “This
may be hard to digest. You might want to sit down.”
Grabbing Patrick’s hand, we both sat down on my bed.
The Sinclairs perched on the edge of the bed
opposite us, their spines straight as an arrow.
I just stared at the couple, who looked like they’d
stepped right out of Downton Abbey or The Great Gatsby. Ward wore a gray suit
complete with a vest that matched the Fedora in his lap.
Eleanor wore a light blue drop-waist dress with long
sleeves and a skirt down to her ankles. Her sandy brown hair was pinned into an
intricate updo with some face-framing waves.
None of which helped my concept of reality. How were
these people, who looked like they were straight out of the 1920s, sitting in
my dorm room? And what was that giant portal they’d somehow made in the middle
of the room?
I glanced at Patrick, arching my eyebrows at
him—silently willing him to explain this whole thing to me.
But he just shook his head, as if he had no clue
either. Small comfort.
“Where to begin?” Ward tapped absently on his chin.
Jerking my head back to the newcomers, I rubbed my
eyes and pinched myself.
“Ouch,” I muttered under my breath. Guess this wasn’t
a dream.
“Why don’t you tell us how you made a portal of some
kind in our dorm room? With a Watcher’s Sapphire?” Patrick’s voice was louder
than normal, as if volume would help in the communication process. Then he
looked at me. “I didn’t know they could do that. Did you?”
“Huh-uh.” I shook my head, my curls swishing around
my face.
“We didn’t either. Until someone from your time came
crashing into our lives a week ago.”
Eleanor pursed her
lips and folded her hands together in her lap.
