I'd liked thinking of myself as a witch. It was a lot nicer than demon.
Demon meant monster to me.
Jenna suddenly reached over and started scratching the top of my head. "What are you doing?"
"I was seeing if you have horns under all that hair," she said, giggling.
I swatted her hand away, but I couldn't help smiling back. "I'm so glad my monsterness amuses you, Jenna."
She stopped playing with my hair and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "Hey, speaking as one monster to another, I can tell you it's not so bad. At least we can be freaks together."
I turned and dropped my head on her shoulder. "Thanks," I said softly, and she gave me a squeeze in return.
There was a soft rapping at the door, and we both looked up. "It's probably Casnoff," I said. "She's checked on me like five times already today."
What I didn't tell Jenna was that the last time we had talked, I'd asked
Mrs. Casnoff what all this meant for me.
"It means that you will always be incredibly powerful, Sophia," she'd answered. "It means that, like your father, you will be expected to use this power in service to the Council."
"So I have a destiny," I said. "Crap."
Mrs. Casnoff smiled and patted my hand. "It's a glorious destiny, Sophia. Most witches would kill to have your power. Some have."
I'd just nodded because I couldn't tell her how I really felt: I didn't want to be Sophia, the Great and Terrible. That sort of thing should belong to girls like Elodie, girls who were beautiful and ambitious. I was just me: funny, sure, and smart, but not a leader.
Sitting there that night with Mrs. Casnoff, Cal still holding my hand even though all of the magic was out of him, I'd asked the one question that had been buzzing in my brain.
"Am I dangerous? Like Alice?"
Mrs. Casnoff had met my eyes and said, "Yes, Sophia, you are. You always will be. Some demon hybrids, like your father, are able to go years without any incident, although he is accompanied by a member of the
Council at all times just to be cautious. Others, like your grandmother Lucy, are not so lucky."
"What happened?"
She looked away and said, very quietly, "L'Occhio di Dio did kill your grandmother, Sophie, but with good reason. Despite living thirty years without ever harming a living soul, something . . . something happened to her one night, and she reverted to her true nature."
She took a deep breath and said, "She killed your grandfather."
There was no sound for a long time until I asked, "So that could happen to me? I could just snap one day and demon-out on whoever is with me?"
And when I said that, all I'd been able to see was my mom lying bloody and broken at my feet. My stomach rolled and I'd tasted bile.
"It's a possibility," Mrs. Casnoff answered.
And then I asked Mrs. Casnoff if there was a way I could ever stop being a demon--if I could ever return to normal.
She had studied me for a long time, before saying, "There's the
Removal. But it would almost assuredly kill you."
Her answer was still sitting like a stone in my chest. The Removal might kill me.
It probably would kill me.
But if I lived the rest of my life as part demon, I might kill someone.
Someone I loved.
The door opened, but it wasn't Mrs. Casnoff standing there. It was my mom.
"Mom!" I cried, leaping out of my bed and throwing my arms around her. I could feel her tears as she buried her face in my hair, so I hugged her even tighter and breathed in her familiar perfume.
When we broke apart, Mom tried to smile at me, and reached down to take my hands. I couldn't hold back a soft cry of pain, and she looked down.
I thought Mom would cry again when she saw my hand, but she just raised it to her lips and kissed the palm, like I was three and had a skinned knee.
"Sophie," Mom said, smoothing my hair away from my face, "I've come to take you home, okay, sweetie?"
I looked back over my shoulder at Jenna, who was trying really hard to ignore us, but I saw the hurt look flash across her face. If I left, Jenna would have no one. So much for being freaks together.
I took a deep breath and turned back to my mom. I didn't know if I would be strong enough to look in her eyes and tell her what I had to say, what I'd known I had to do as soon as Mrs. Casnoff had given me her answer.
Then, before I could say anything, I saw Elodie walk by my doorway.
Rushing out, my heart in my throat, I wondered if Cal had saved her after all. Maybe she'd been recovering in the school this whole time, and they just hadn't told me.
The hall was empty except for her, and she had her back to me.
"Elodie!" I cried, running up to her. But she didn't look at me, and I realized
I was looking through her.
She walked on, pausing in doorways like she was looking for someone--just another Hecate ghost stuck here forever. I knew she deserved it, in a way. She and her friends had summoned a demon and paid the price.
I watched her for a long time, until she finally faded into the late afternoon sunlight. We'd never really been friends, but she had given me the last little magic she'd had inside her so that I could defeat Alice, and I would never forget that.
And in the end, it was seeing Elodie that gave me the strength to turn to my mom and say, "I'm not going home. I'm going to London, and I'm going through the Removal."
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Writing a book has been compared to crossing the Atlantic in a bathtub, so I'm very grateful to have had the following people on my "crew"!
First and foremost, a HUGE thank you to my agent, the incomparable
Holly Root, the first person not related to me to fall in love with Sophie &
Co. Your enthusiasm and killer sense of humor make you the definition of a dream agent! Also, to Jennifer Besser, Emily Schultz, and everyone at
Disney-Hyperion Books, all of whom are freaking geniuses and made this book so much better than I thought it could be.
Big neuroses-laden hugs to all my writer friends in The Tenners, namely Kay Cassidy, Becca Fitzpatrick, and Lindsey Leavitt. Writing can be a lonely business, and you always gave me a shoulder to cry on (or an inbox to fill).
Thanks, too, to Sally Kalkofen and Tiffany Wenzler, who were my first readers, and whose questions, comments, and encouragement helped shape Hex Hall into something actually resembling a book. And to Felicia
LaFrance, whose cupcakes helped me write the last hundred pages. You rock, friend!
Few people are lucky enough to have had the same best friend for more than twenty years, so I am very grateful for Katie Rudder Mattli, who's been reading my stories since 1987, and is probably even now plotting to sell them on eBay. Thank you for your unwavering faith, and for always "validating" me!
Because I always promised I'd do this if I got published: Hi, Dallas!
Thanks to Crys Hodgens, Alison Madison, Debbie McMickin, and
Amber Williams. Y'all are phenomenal teachers, and even better friends.
I was lucky enough to have some pretty phenomenal teachers of my own. Alicia Carroll, Alexander Dunlop, James Hammersmith, Louis Garrett, Jim Ryan, Judy Troy, and Jake York were all mentors and friends, and their guidance is much appreciated.
A special thanks to Nancy Wingo, who made me enter writing contests, and compete in English tournaments, and go to Southern Literature conferences. . . . You're the best, and this book truly would not exist without you.
So much of Hex Hall is about the power of women, and I know few women more powerful than the formidable WOS--Tammi Holman, Kara
Johnson, Nancy Wingo, and my mom, Kathie Moore. You ladies are an inspiration in more ways than one!
For my parents, William and Kathie Moore. I would have to write a whole other book just to express a fraction of how thankful I am to you. You have supported me even when my path took some crazy turns, and I love you more than I can say
.
John and Will, you are the brightest part of every day. Without the two of you, none of this would've been possible. I love you both "infinity"!
And last but not least, thank you to every student who sat in my classroom from 2004-2007. You guys were the reason I came to work every day, and I'm so thankful that I got to be a part of your lives. This book is for all of you.
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