A Lying Witch Book Three by Odette C. Bell

Author:Odette C. Bell [Bell, Odette C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01MD24SQB
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Publisher: Odette C. Bell
Published: 2016-11-02T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

I didn’t wake. Not fully. I couldn’t. It felt like there was a blanket smothering me, like there was cotton wool crammed down my mouth, like I’d swallowed foam.

I tried to fight it, tried to clutch my face to pull that smothering sensation off, but nothing worked. I could not move.

And yet, slowly, as time passed, I began to differentiate sensations, to feel my way through the pain.

It didn’t take much longer to sense the warm plush carpet beneath me. My mind expected to feel moldered plastic and a cold concrete floor, but that’s not what I got.

Instead, as I fought with all my strength against the vale of pain holding me back, I realized I was in a warm room, sunshine spilling in from the window by my side.

Everything was hazy, foggy like my brain had been pumped full of smoke.

But the sunshine lulled me, gave me something to focus on, a point of reference against my constantly slipping attention.

I followed it, followed it until I finally managed to open my eyes, until finally I managed to resolve the scene before me.

I was right – I was lying face first on soft, plush carpet, and from the little I could see of it, it looked expensive.

Above me was a splendid large window that gave an open view of the blue skies beyond.

Which didn’t make sense. Didn’t make sense at all. When Max and I had gone to that library, it had been evening. Yet now the sun was streaming in, and it had all the glow and warmth of midday.

Midday.

A wave of fear slammed into me. It was powerful enough that it gave me enough control over my hands to clutch them into fists. My fingers and broken, blood-caked nails dragged through the plush carpet as I fought for purchase to push myself up.

“Don’t bother. Save your strength. There is no way out of this room, anyway.” Someone said from behind me.

At first, a thrill of fear shot through me at the unexpected voice, but then I appreciated the tone wasn’t one of anger, just submission.

I fought against my fatigue once more, now planting my hands into the carpet with all the force I could muster.

“Just save your strength,” the voice repeated, this time with a true edge of concern. “Please, you are our only hope to get out of here, seer.”

I ignored the voice, marshaled the last of my strength, and finally pushed past the vale of pain and confusion.

I anchored my arms and rose onto my elbows.

My sight was still bleary, it still felt as if someone had sprayed glue into my eyes, but after a few blinks, I managed to stare around the room.

It was beautiful, comfortable, expensive. It was large with a richly patterned cream and red carpet and red and wood-paneled walls. There were bespoke, expensive antique pieces of furniture littered throughout the room, from colonial chests to Victorian chairs, to a sumptuous, detailed chaise longue. There was also a cage. A dirty, rusty cage that looked as if it had once housed barnyard animals.

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