Dragons ." He leaped from his chair and started to mimic himself riding on an imaginary broomstick. "I’ve always wanted to fly on a broomstick—" "Can you shut up and let her finish," said the same blond girl that had given Kara the look of loathing. Her voice was like ice. She smiled defiantly. "Warlocks don’t fly on broomsticks, stupid. But you wouldn’t know that. I guess the rumors are true...you’re just a pretty face with nothing between the ears, David McGowan." David’s face hardened. "Relax, friend . No need to get your panties in a bunch." He sat down and crossed his arms over his chest. Kara could almost see the steam shooting from his ears. Kara felt her temper rise as well. She glared at the blond girl, and to her surprise she was not looking at David at all, but at Kara—and with the same distasteful look on her face as before. "Enough!" Ariel hit the table with her hand, sending a great boom across the chamber. "I don’t have time for your childish games. You are soldiers of Horizon, guardians of Earth—act like it. Now listen up. I will not repeat myself. Are we clear?" Kara turned away from the girl. Why did she loathe her so much? Kara had never even seen her before. What was her problem? "Good, now let us continue," said the archangel with a touch of venom in her voice. Ariel’s eyes darted to David for a moment. "Warlocks are masters of the demonic arts. They can summon demons as their minions, and they use an ancient evil called dark magic. A dark warlock can take his victim’s soul and leave the body behind to die. A dark warlock is an evil trickster o f the worse kind imaginable." "Sounds like a few angels I know," whispered David so only Kara could hear. She silently prayed that he would stop. Ariel looked livid and ready to kill anyone who interrupted her again. "Mortal souls have a unique, pure energy," explained Ariel. "When you combine the energy of many souls together—it becomes a great power—and warlocks crave power for themselves. The warlock has already begun collecting souls across North America, and soon he will plague the whole earth with his dark magic. With the energy from millions of mortal souls, he will become unstoppable. The mortal world as you know it will cease to exist. All living things will die." Kara thought of her mother and Sabrina with the green symbols on their faces. It had to be connected. She began to grow angry. "Archangel Ariel, the recent flu epidemic...my mother’s sick...she has these green markings on her." "She is not sick, but infected by Dark magic—her soul has been taken," said Ariel somberly. "The markings on your mother are the marks of a dark warlock. The sickness that is spreading and killing the mortals is caused by his dark magic." Kara’s expression turned sullen. "I need to get to her. She needs my help." "There’s nothing you can do for her now," said Ariel gently. "Only the death of the dark warlock will reverse the effect and save her soul. There is no other way." Kara leaned back in her chair and tried to stretch out the tension in her back that her rage was causing. She couldn’t feel her arms anymore. One thing was for sure—she was going to kill this warlock. Ariel raised her voice. "This dark warlock has been dead for over a century. Something or someone with great knowledge of dark magic has raised him back from the dead. They have unleashed an unspeakable evil upon the mortal world." Kara chewed her lip uncertainly. She didn’t like the wavering in Ariel’s voice; it was almost as though the archangel thought they couldn’t defeat this guy. "I’m sure we can defeat this dark warlock," said Kara, aware of all the eyes watching her and thankful that her voice came out strongly. "I mean...we’ve defeated demons before. We’ve been to the Netherworld, and we’ve faced some pretty gruesome creatures. I’m sure we can defeat one warlock?" Kara heard murmurings around the table, but they were quickly