“Leave that alone,” Sly’s father shouts, struggling against his bindings.
“I think we’ll take it with us,” I hold it up and show the others. “Our trapped magic is in here.”
“Yeah, no way are we leaving it here. We’ll be taking our magic back, thanks very much,” Temp says, frowning at Sly’s father.
“This mirror is a portal to somewhere dark. It has the same feeling as the portal in the caves at Little Welling,” Sal announces.
Titus walks to Sal’s side. “Can you close it like last time?”
Sal nods. “Yep.” He opens his arms and starts muttering.
Jude walks to his side and places his hand on Sal’s back, grounding him.
Sal’s muttering gets louder, and light is crackling between his hands. “Close your eyes,” he yells.
I pull Enoch close, his head resting on my chest, and just as I close my eyes, I see Sly has done the same to Xander.
There is a loud boom and a bright flash of light. Even with my eyes tightly closed, it’s bright.
“Sorted.”
I open my eyes and let Enoch go. Sal is leaning into Jude, who has his arm around him.
“No, what have you done?” Sly’s mother shouts.
Sly releases Xander and walks closer to his family. “You didn’t think we’d leave you with a demon portal, did you, Mother?”
I walk to his side and take his hand. Titus and Justice join us.
“What do you want to do with them?” Titus asks.
Sly gives a deep sigh. “Honestly, I have no idea.”
“We could bind their magic. It’s not as strong as it was before. I’m guessing the demon stopped helping them,” Justice comments. “Or strip it from them.”
I watch his family pale.
“Stripping it is then,” Sly grins, dropping my hand and rubbing his together.
“Monica might take issue with the magical stripping, but I’ll smooth things over,” Titus assures him.
Sly flashed him a quick smile. “Thanks, Titus.” He holds his hand out and swirls it around. “Come,” he demands.
His family screams as their magic leaves them and goes flying into Sly.
He gasps and closes his eyes for a moment. “Done,” he says, opening his eyes.
I ignore his crying family, and I retake Sly’s hand. “You alright?”
He nods. “Yep. Let’s get out of here.”
“What about us?” his father asks, in a small voice.
“Do what you like, just make sure none of us ever sees or hears from you again.”
We all turn our backs on them and ignore their yells, we all walk up the stairs, leave the basement, and then the farmhouse.
“Want to come back to ours?” Kean asks as we reach the cars.
