AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Closer still.
She hasn’t taken a step, but whatever the fuck this place is moves toward her. It wants her in there. My mom stares, dead, dead, dead, and through obliterating pain I sling an arm around Daisy’s chest to stop her.
It doesn’t work.
It’s not working.
The pull is strong enough to burst my eardrums and the pain, Christ, holy fuck, it hurts.
Her scream splits in two.
It’s coming from two places at once.
A shadow streaks past in the corner of my eye.
It’s a kitten.
Daisy thrusts one hand toward it, and her hand is bloody. Covered in blood. So covered I can’t see her skin. Is it her screaming or the kitten? Is it both of them?
“Don’t.” The razor-sharp power expands her voice, but it doesn’t stop the kitten. Why the fuck is there a kitten? “Comehere.”
The kitten pauses. It’s so tiny. It’s shaking, and that scream from its tiny mouth won’t stop.
“Please?” Daisy’s voice drops to normal.
It turns and runs through the gates.
The second it crosses the threshold, the stone room judders, the entire space jumping like an earthquake. A high-pitched whine cuts into my ears. Stone shears. The room tears apart. No—darkness tears into the room. Thin ribbons of darkness that spread like cracks in glass, ripping through solid rock.
It gets darker and darker and darker, pushing at my temples, ringing in my ears, until Daisy goes rigid in my arms.
I get a single glimpse of her face. Eyes wide. Staring. Nothing there.
“Wake up,” I shout at her. “Wake up. Wakeup.” I stomp one foot on the floor, pain be damned, and stomp harder. “Wake the fuck up, wake—”
My foot crunches through the stone and lands on the mattress. The pressure in Daisy’s bedroom is so intense that I could be sick. She’s tense against me, the way she was—
The way she was in the dream.
“Daisy.Daisy.” I shake her face, my heart out of control. “Daisy.”
Nothing.
My hand slams down on the bedside table, and thank fuck, there’s my phone. I don’t have time to adjust the brightness on the screen before I shine it at her.
“Fuck.”
This is exactly how she looked that first night, during that seizure. It started happening in that dream. In thatnightmare.I saw it. I saw it happen. I felt it happen.
I open the app, and that blue wave is a storm, way above the red line. Fuck.Fuck.
The phone rings in my hand.
Shane.
I gather Daisy up in one arm and answer it with my free hand, shocked I can hold my phone at all. The broken bones felt real.
“What’s going—”
