A Cursed Noel by Cecy Robson

Author:Cecy Robson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cecy Robson
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“Get the hell off my sister!”

I don’t get to see who the husky voice belongs to. Everything happens too fast.

The entire yard electrifies, standing my hair on its end. This is volatile magic, raw and unrepenting. My only thought is to haul Celia to safety, but there’s no time. There’s only pain and destruction.

Jolts of power strike down my nerve pathways and detonate at my core. I’m thrown across the property and slam-dunked into an old wood pile.

I fall into a seizure, all my cells convulsing with fire and pain. The severity of my jerks and twitches break apart the rotted wood I landed in and roll me to the ground.

More by instinct than any movement I purposely control, I shove away the magical charge. It’s enough to allow me to crawl forward, even as I continue to jolt.

As the charge decreases to painful spurts of static shock, it occurs to me that I was struck by lightning.

Struck by lightning?

I push up on my arms, looking for Celia.

A young woman with dark hair and dressed in a tight black T-shirt and leopard pajama pants hovers over a large, singed hole, the shape and outline of Celia.

Oh, shit.

Beside the brunette, another girl in gray sweatpants and a blue hoodie bounces in place, a baseball bat gripped tightly in her hand. Her slick black ponytail swings in all directions, given her frenzied state. It’s then I’m sure Celia is buried in that damn hole.

I push up on my legs, only to crash land on my knees again. I don’t even know what I’m doing here. I only know that Celia brought me and that I need to get to her.

“Dude,” ponytail girl says. “You have to work on your aim. You zapped Celia. As in, fried her like chicken on the Fourth of July.”

“Back off, Shayna,” Leopard Pants says. “It was a total accident. Besides, I only zapped her a little bit. Look, she’s already coming around, aren’t you, Ceel?”

Celia makes this odd groaning noise.

“See?” Leopard Pants says. “She’s fine.”

What are they doing to her? I shake my head, trying to clear the fog clouding my reasoning. We weren’t supposed to meet them here, were we?

I force myself to concentrate, trying to get a grasp on what’s happening.

Another girl, this one really young with blond hair, steps onto the back porch. The light from the interior casts a halo around her, bleaching the strands of her wavy hair and her pastel blue nightgown.

“What happened?” she asks. She covers her mouth to stifle a scream. “Goodness, is that Celia?”

Leopard Pants rolls her eyes. “Who else would it be, Emme?” she asks her.

“A fricasseed piece of leftover streaker?” Shayna offers. She holds up her hands when Leopard Pants glares at her. “No, offense Taran, but what’s left of her clothes are smoking and her hair is a little too high, even for Jersey.”

Taran, the one in the leopard pants rams her hands on her hips. “Instead of knocking me down, you should be thanking me.

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