Conjured (New England Witch Chronicles Book 2) by Chelsea Luna

Author:Chelsea Luna
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2013-11-16T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 16

The impact of James’ body slamming against my own knocked us onto the dirty stone floor. He landed on top of me. All of my breath squished out of my lungs. James clamped his hand over my mouth to stifle my screams. I wiggled and shoved, trying to throw him off of me.

I pushed as hard as I could against his chest, but I had better luck moving the stone sarcophagus. His head was turned away, so I couldn’t swipe at his face or eyes. I couldn’t think of anything else to do, so I pinched his arms and chest.

“Ouch, ow, Alex! Shhhh,” James said in my ear. “Stop that!”

He adjusted his weight, bearing most of it on his elbows. He collected both of my wrists and pulled them above my head in an iron clasp. He kept his other hand over my mouth.

“Shhh. Quit struggling,” James whispered.

Surprisingly, he looked as terrified as I felt. He twisted his neck towards the entrance and then bent his mouth to my ear. “Someone’s coming. We have to move.”

Oh.

My body relaxed and I immediately stopped struggling.

Someone was coming.

James tentatively released his hand from my mouth. He reached over my body and grabbed the journal and empty garbage bag from the floor beside us. I’d dropped it when he tackled me. He handed the heavy book to me.

“Over there.” James pointed to a stone sarcophagus five feet away.

I crawled on my hands and knees. James was on my heels. I rounded the corner of the coffin and pressed myself flat against the stone. James slid beside me.

I only had half a second to feel guilty about my incorrect assumption that James was attacking me. Two distinct footsteps echoed loudly off the stone floor and I realized the predicament we were in. The Van Curen burial crypt was the last room off the tunnel. Whoever was coming this far down the hallway was either a Van Curen or a Van Curen sympathizer. Either way, we were screwed.

I hugged Jonah’s journal against my chest. I’d finally found it and there was no way anyone was taking it away from me. James peered around the corner of the coffin. Footsteps entered the room.

My heart screeched to a halt when I heard the voice.

“They had to have come into the church. Why else would they be in Boston? Parked across the street?” Victor said in an irritable tone.

“I told you. I lost him. I saw him park and that was it. There are too many people outside.” A female voice.

I couldn’t place the voice, but it sounded familiar. I crawled next to James and peered over his shoulder. From our vantage point, only legs and feet were visible. Dark gray suit pants over shiny black shoes and sheer pantyhose with blue pumps.

The same blue pumps I picked out for a Christmas present a few years ago. Victor never did his own shopping.

Diane. Victor’s long-time secretary.

“Why is James with her? I don’t understand,” Victor said. “I thought you said they hadn’t had any contact with each other.

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