Chapter VI, part iii: And Down The Yellow Brick Road They Go
Both were around the same height and sported similar wild curls, but the lighting brought out the reddish hue in Gerardo’s brown hair. Max’s hair was like soft obsidian, dark and inviting. The junior also had a more defined jawline compared to the senior, and I wondered how I ever even came close to thinking that they looked identical. But if Max pushes me away like that, then he’s no better that Lalo.
My eyes darted back down to the cover. The illustration depicted a young woman clad in black robes with sapphire blue accents, her expression proud and intimidating as she wielded a black staff like a weapon. At the head of the staff was a single rose encased in a crystal ball. “That sounds like a nice story, but I’ve played enough video games to know when there’s a catch.”
Max has had many admirers over the years, but he's a notoriously bad flirt. After striking out a couple times in middle school, he gave up and just focused on school and videogames.
I shot Diego a swift look, hoping he would shrug off my suspicions and explain what really happened. He hadn’t--no, couldn’t--tear his eyes away from Cari. I didn’t think he was capable of expressing such terror; his eyes looked as if they would pop out of his head, his jaw had dropped, and he had lost all the color in his face. Those teal eyes were darker than ever, glued to my younger half-sister.
Chapter V [part ii]: Old Acquaintances & Long-Lost Siblings
It's not that Clarence doesn't like Axel, so much as he absolutely loathes teenagers with attitudes. One hundred and fifty-seven years hasn't changed that for Ax...
Chapter V, part i: Essays, New Peeps, & A Mom Friend.
The Ribeiros and the Serafims are notoriously close; Galiana and Gerardo were inseparable throughout their childhood, but began drifting apart after he entered his sixth year. When Gal tried to confront the preteen about his distant nature, Gerardo claimed it was born from his need to focus on his studies.
Their familiar is a raven by the name of Genevieve. Most witches do not meet their familiar until after they reach adulthood, but the pair met when Sage was seven years old.