Beautiful Creatures (Caster Chronicles 1)

Lena broke away from Reece’s gaze and her hold. “It’s a book that belonged to Genevieve.”

I unzipped the duffel bag I’d been carrying and pulled out a shovel. I walked toward the grave slowly, trying to ignore the fact that Genevieve’s ghost was watching me the whole time. Maybe I was going to get struck by lightning or something; it wouldn’t have surprised me. But we’d come this far. I pushed the shovel into the ground, scooping out a pile of earth.

“Oh, Great Mother! Ethan, what are you doing?” Apparently, grave digging brought Aunt Del back to the present.

“I’m looking for the book.”

“In there?” Aunt Del looked faint. “What sort of book would be in there?”

“It’s a Casting book, a really old one. We don’t even know if it’s in there. It’s just a hunch,” Lena said, glancing at Genevieve, who was still perched on the tombstone only a foot away.

I tried not to look at Genevieve. It was disturbing the way her body faded in and out, and she stared at us with those creepy golden cat eyes, vacant and lifeless like they were made of glass.

The ground wasn’t that hard, especially considering it was December. Within a few minutes, I had already dug a foot deep. Aunt Del was pacing back and forth, looking worried. Every once in a while, she’d look around to be sure none of us were watching, then she’d glance over at Genevieve. At least I wasn’t the only one freaked out about her.

“We should go back. This is disgustin’,” Reece said, trying to make eye contact with me.

“Don’t be such a Girl Scout,” Lena said, kneeling over the hole.

Does Reece see her?

I don’t think so. Just don’t make eye contact with her.

What if Reece reads Aunt Del’s face?

She can’t. No one can. Aunt Del sees too much at once. No one but a Palimpsest can process all that information and make any sense of it.

“Mamma, are you really going to let them dig up a grave?”

“For star’s sake, this is ridiculous. Let’s stop this foolishness right now and go back to the party.”

“We can’t. We have to know if the book is down there.” Lena turned to Aunt Del. “You could show us.”

What are you talking about?

She can show us what’s down there. She can project what she sees.

“I don’t know. Macon wouldn’t like it.” Aunt Del was biting her lip uneasily.

“Do you think he’d prefer we dig up a grave?” Lena countered.

“All right, all right. Get out of that hole, Ethan.”

I stepped out of the hole, wiping the dirt on my pants. I looked over at Genevieve. She had a peculiar look on her face, almost as if she was interested to see what was about to happen, or maybe she was just about to vaporize us.

“Everyone, have a seat. This might make you dizzy. If you feel queasy, put your head between your knees,” Aunt Del instructed, like some kind of supernatural flight attendant. “The first time is always the hardest.” Aunt Del reached out so we could take her hands.

“I can’t believe you are participatin’ in this, Mamma.”

Aunt Del took the clip out of her bun, letting her hair spill down around her shoulders. “Don’t be such a Girl Scout, Reece.”

Reece rolled her eyes and took my hand. I glanced up at Genevieve

. She looked right at me, right into me, and held a finger to her lips as if to say, “Shh.”

The air began to dissolve around us. Then we were spinning like one of those rides where they strap you against the wall and the whole thing spins so fast you think you’re going to puke.

Then flashes—