Dead Fae Walking by Jenna Wolfhart

Author:Jenna Wolfhart [Wolfhart, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-12T16:00:00+00:00

16

The clanking chain was the only sound in the cemetery. Not a single bird chirped in the midnight air, and the combination of thick brush and stone crypts sheltered us from the cloying sounds of the city. The honking cars, the murmur of conversation, the whoosh of wheels on slick pavement. Our footsteps were even quiet, the soles of our boots padding silently across the dirt-packed ground.

After pushing our way through the cemetery, we reached the crumbling steps that led down into the abandoned catacombs. Balor took the lead as we descended into darkness, one hand clasped tight around the chain and the other around his sword. I followed suit, sucking in one last fresh breath of night air before entering the mildew-stained, dank, dark ground.

Droplets of water plonked onto the stone ground as we ducked inside. It had rained the day before, and a small carpet of water stretched out before us. Balor gave a nod and splashed forward, further into darkness.

Something smelled odd in here, a scent I couldn’t put my finger on. More like a chemical than mould.

“Do you have a tight hold on her chain?” Balor asked, his voice echoing down the dark tunnel. “I’m going to get us some light.”

Before I could respond, he’d dropped his end of the chain, leaving me to control Maeve’s movements all on my own. Dumb idea, if the fae Sluagh had been at all interested in trying to escape. One tug, and she’d be free from me. I was getting stronger, but I had nothing on a centuries-old Master faerie.

Luckily, she seemed content to just stand there.

As I watched Balor curl his free hand into a strong fist, I couldn’t help but notice how powerful he looked, even when there were no lights to illuminate his muscular frame. His outline alone glowed with the kind of magic that was impossible to ignore. I wanted to reach out toward it. I wanted to feel it underneath my hands.

Light rippled from Balor’s fingertips, and the tall central gallery of the catacombs roared into view. Not much had changed since the last time we’d been here. The strange, rusted metal bed still sat in the very center of the place, and dank mildew climbed up the walls. There were six corridors that split off from this main one, each leading to stores upon stores of rotting coffins.

“You have the power to make light, too?” I shook my head. “Not fair.”

“I am a Prince,” was his only explanation.

A scuffling sound whispered from somewhere deep within this place, and my skin answered by pointing every hair toward the ceiling. “Alright. We’ve brought Maeve down here. Mission accomplished. Time to go, I think.”

“No,” Balor said, seemingly oblivious to the utter creeptastic nature of this place. “We need to attach the chain to something. That or find a cell to put her inside. Otherwise, she might wander back up those steps. We cannot have her loose in London.”

Truthfully, Maeve didn’t look like she was about to wander anywhere.

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