A Curse Awakened by Cecy Robson

Author:Cecy Robson [Robson, Cecy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780553394573
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2014-08-18T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Torrents of blue and white flame shot from Taran’s hands, striking each bleating skull and silencing them as they erupted in mini-bombs of shattering bone. She rose from her kneeling position, her bleached white eyes glowing, and panted hard as blood dripped from the slices on her arms. I lurched to her, thinking she was in shock until the corners of her lips curved into a wicked “F-U” smile.

Only one shrieking skull escaped her fury. It bounced along the floor, clicking and clacking its jaw open and shut, audibly conveying its displeasure in the form of disturbing howls.

Shayna made sure the wicked thing didn’t make it out the door.

She split the base of her battle-ax like melting silver, converting the small section into a deadly spike by the time she raised it above her head. I didn’t see her launch it; the motion was too quick even for my sharpening vision. I only saw it puncture the bone between the skull’s eye sockets and stake it to the wall, deadening the last of the horrid cries.

Shayna’s bloody shoulders shook as the first of her crazed giggles broke through the tension. “Heh-heh. I nailed a skull to a wall. Hee-hee. I’ve got aim. I’ve got mad skills. Ha. Look at me go. Ha-ha-ha.”

Taran flipped off the mound of broken glass from the destroyed altar with two very enthusiastic middle fingers. “How do you like us now, bitch!”

I grinned at my sisters, pleased and proud of their efforts, and grateful our gashes weren’t as severe as the hideous torment had suggested. We looked like we’d fallen into an acre of cacti with an army of rabid cats, but fortunately none of the slices appeared life-threatening.

My smile faded when I caught Emme’s stoic expression. Glass crunched beneath her sneakers as she moved across the demolished altar in a trancelike state, tears dripping from her jaw and her body encased with her light.

“Emme?”

She didn’t respond and placed herself between Taran and Shayna, bowing her head as she simultaneously clasped their wrists. My other two sisters tensed, waiting for the inevitable pain that accompanied Emme’s healing and obviously confused by her despondent state.

Shayna’s giggles dwindled into choked sobs as Emme’s pale yellow glow enveloped all three. “Oh,” she gasped.

Taran used her free hand to cup it over her mouth as the first of her tears began. They stood united, all three shaking from the rush of emotions encompassing their small frames. I should’ve run to them. My tigress should’ve growled. But something warned me not to move—they needed Emme’s touch, and everything else her power was granting them. So I watched motionless as their cuts sealed, their blood dried, and their soft weeping engulfed the room.

Emme wasn’t just healing them.

She was cleansing their souls.

The atmosphere shifted with the growing expanse of Emme’s radiance, combating the darkness and sin veiling the room. The plastic bags peeled from the windows, falling almost soundlessly against the dusty floor.

I stole a glance at the ceiling. The semblance of the dead me was gone.

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