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“Clio has no complaints,” Lindsey said cheekily, and Chance growled. This was worse than a sketch from the Three Stooges.
“Right, the idiots show is over; let’s get organised,” Chance demanded.
“Like fuck! That was a ghost, and I ain’t doing shit,” Wraith stated.
“Fine, stay here with the bats!” Chance retorted.
“Asshole,” Wraith responded.
Chance sighed. “It’s like herding the Hellions.”
“Oh no,” Lex disagreed. “Those little bastards would be far worse. Maybe we ought to send them here to get them to behave!”
For a moment, Lindsey looked like she was contemplating just that before her shoulders dropped.
“Not a great idea. We’d all be up with their nightmares or, in the Princesses’ case, stopping them from making weapons.” She sighed.
“Bad plan, terrible,” Texas boomed.
“Can we get on with this shitshow?” Chance demanded. “The corridor splits in two at the bottom. Which way did you go?”
“Left,” Lindsey replied.
“Fine, we’ll go right,” Chance stated.
Lindsey raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Chance nodded in approval and began marching down the hallway. As soon as they hit the bottom, Thalia and Lindsey broke left, causing Chance to growl. The remainder of them swapped glances and then chased after the two women.
Lindsey and Thalia were well ahead when a soft wail floated down the corridor. Chance was catching up to them when they darted into a doorway, and he cursed. Feet pounding behind him, they all dashed after Thalia and Lindsey, who stood in a room looking slightly bewildered.
“Can you show yourself? We don’t mean harm; we just want to talk,” Thalia questioned softly.
“Did you give birth here? Did they take your baby?” Lindsey spoke, empathy in her voice.
“Yes.”The word floated in the air, full of pain and angst.
“I’m so sorry. How did you come to be here?” Lindsey asked.
“Husband… betrayer,”the words came back.
Chance saw a flickering from the corner of his eye and turned his head. A faint image of a woman’s outline was visible. His jaw dropped open, and a cameraman, seeing his reaction, spun in the same direction.
“I was hurt by someone bad, too. I can feel your pain,” Thalia said.
Lindsey nodded. “My first husband was evil. He mistreated me badly. Did yours leave you to die here?”
“Yes.”
“How old are you?” Lindsey asked.
“Eighteen,”the word floated back. The woman’s outline grew slightly stronger.
“Oh no! You were a baby! And he left you here pregnant?” Thalia quizzed.
“Mistress.”
“He had a mistress and didn’t want you?” Lindsey surmised.
“Yes.”
