The Secret of Spellshadow Manor 2 by Bella Forrest (best ebook reader for pc TXT) 📕

the sight of a large, discolored bruise on the side of her head closest to him, just above her ear and half-hidden beneath the curling sweep of her hair. He desperately wanted to ask her if she was okay, but the vibe she was giving off wasn’t exactly friendly. There was a frostiness to her manner, and Alex didn’t want to cause her any further distress with unwanted questions.

“So… where do you want to start?” asked Alex, flipping open one of the textbooks Gaze had laid out for them.

Ellabell shrugged.

“We could start with handheld shields?” he suggested, turning to the right page. It showed pictures of sketched wizards holding a small circular disc of a shield on their forearms, to rebound any incoming magic.

Ellabell nodded.

“Do you want to go first?” he offered, pointing to the page.

Ellabell shrugged again, lifting the mug to her lips to take a long sip.

“What did she give you?” Alex asked, attempting to divert the conversation.

“Tea,” she answered, her voice muffled and peculiar, as if her tongue were swollen.

“Peppermint?” He tried to smile, but she wouldn’t look in his direction.

“No,” she replied, shaking her head lightly. Her mouth moved like she was in discomfort, and seeing it made Alex’s concern want to burst from his lips. Pushing it down, he remembered his silent promise to himself and swiftly changed the subject back to the topic of shielding. At the end of the lesson, Ellabell bolted from the room before Alex could even say goodbye.

As the week drew on, she began to relax ever so slightly in his company during Gaze’s lessons. Not by much, but Alex could sense a subtle shift in her comfort around him. She was still twitchy and jumped at the smallest sound, but was more forthcoming with her words as they worked on their project.

Natalie and Jari had been paired together, much to Alex’s relief, meaning one of them could help Alex out when it was his turn to throw magic or defend himself against Ellabell, since he couldn’t put up his real defenses.

The first time the golden streams of light had poured from his palms and snaked through the air toward Ellabell, she had looked at him through her glistening amber shield with suspicion. When he had put up a latticed defense, much like the one Ellabell had used the night of their adventure in the Head’s quarters, she had paused for a moment, forgetting to send out any magic at all. Seeing him using the golden flow of magic seemed to confuse her somehow, and Alex could feel a spike of concern. It was as if an unspoken question lay on the tip of Ellabell’s tongue too, but she dared not say it out loud. Each session, Alex thought she was about to ask that question as she turned to him with her brow furrowed, but she never did, leaving Alex to worry that she had seen more than he thought she had, that night in front of the golden line.

“How are you feeling?” asked Alex one day, watching Ellabell sip from a fresh mug of tea that smelled faintly of lavender.

She turned to him, looking directly in his eyes. “I’m getting there.”

“I promised myself I wouldn’t ask you anything until you were ready, but I can’t help worrying,” he admitted, feeling a twinge of anxiety as he finally spoke the words aloud. He gestured toward the side of her head, and she quickly raised her hand to the bruise, moving her hair to cover it.

“I’ll speak with you if you’ll promise me one thing,” she whispered, her hand still pressed against the side of her head.

“Anything,” answered Alex, grateful for the opportunity.

She sighed heavily, the sound rattling in the back of her throat. “If I agree to talk, you have to promise you’ll leave me alone once I have,” she stated, coughing a little into a fresh white handkerchief pulled swiftly from her pocket.

Alex was taken aback by the request, but her eyes were staring at him earnestly, awaiting his response. He supposed it was the least he could do.

“I’ll leave you alone, if you’ll tell me about what happened,” he agreed reluctantly.

“Not here,” she whispered. “Meet me in the library, on the middle row of the second column, after the lesson, and I’ll speak with you then.” She stepped back, putting up a glittering shield around her body, and gestured for Alex to send magic toward her.

She ran away as soon as the lesson was finished, and Alex followed, heading toward the library as he had been instructed. He climbed the ladder up to the middle section of the second tower and walked along to the very end, until he found her sitting up against the stacks in her favorite place. He sat down beside her, keeping a comfortable distance between them. She seemed calmer than the last time Alex had found her up in the stacks, but knew she could still be a flight risk.

“Are you okay?” he asked, glancing at her.

“I’m much better,” she replied, but her voice faltered slightly. It still had that thick, distorted quality that seemed to cause her pain.

“That’s good to hear,” he said softly, though he had a sneaking suspicion she was lying to him. “So, what happened back there?” he ventured, wondering if he’d get a straight answer.

“At the Head’s library?” she asked.

Alex nodded. “What made you scream like that? And who did that to you?” he pressed, gesturing toward the side of her head that hid the vivid purple bruise.

“It’s silly,” she whispered.

“I won’t think it is, I promise,” he said reassuringly.

Ellabell’s gaze rested on the two points of her raised knees. “It was dark in there, and I stumbled into a bookshelf when I was reaching for something. There was a mirror hanging on the wall, and I caught sight of myself in it and thought—” She chewed her lip. “Well, I thought it was a ghost or a teacher, and I just spooked myself and ended up