Dealing with the Devil by Black Marina

Author:Black, Marina [Black, Marina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780996648608
Publisher: Marina Black
Published: 2015-08-07T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Lucy’s stomach growled as they entered the massive dining room. She didn’t realize how hungry she was until this moment, surrounded by the delicious smells wafting from a cafeteria-style kitchen. She followed Cecelia through a sea of tables until they reached a row of trays. Lucy grabbed an apple, a sandwich, and a sinful-looking piece of German chocolate cake before she thought better of it. “This stuff is safe to eat, right?” Cecelia rolled her eyes and grabbed the apple from Lucy. She took a large bite before letting it drop back onto the tray with a bang. Lucy stared down at the apple, frowning markedly. “You could have just said yes…”

Cecelia helped herself to a slice of pizza and grabbed a couple bottles of water before leading Lucy over to a table. Plopping down unceremoniously, she motioned for Lucy to take the seat beside her. “Welcome to bible study.”

Lucy suddenly felt like she was back in high school as four sets of eyes stared her down. “I’m Lucy Archer.” She introduced herself, hoping that they would a little more accepting of her than Cece was.

An effervescent redhead who was scribbling in a notebook looked up and gave a little wave. “I’m Julia Amos. And this is my sister Candice Rey. You might expect us to have the same last name since we’re sisters but—”

“She doesn’t need our fucking life story, J,” Candice cut her off. Unlike Julia she was blonde, though both sisters shared the same warm brown eyes. “Call me Candy, everybody does.” She ignored the death-glare Julia was giving her and popped a cherry tomato into her mouth.

“As I was saying,” Julia cleared her throat. “The girl to your left is Adela. She doesn’t talk.”

Lucy peered at the girl sympathetically. Adela couldn’t have been more than seventeen and the expression on her face never wavered from terrified. Lucy knew exactly how she felt. She nodded, prompting Julia to continue with the table rundown.

“Beatrice Patton—”

“Bea,” Beatrice had a thick Irish accent. Her blonde hair was tied in a tight bun to keep it out of her face. Her eyes were soft and blue, softening her otherwise brutish appearance. She took a long sip of tea and leaned back. “Keep your head down, nose clean, and avoid conflict. Best way to avoid trouble. You’ll get used to the way things work around here, we all did.”

“Look, this is all great advice but I really want to know why the fuck you’re all still here. Sofía said we’re free to come and go as we please. Besides the layout of this massive compound being confusing, I don’t see what’s stopping me from walking out of here and going home…” Lucy probed.

A low gasp of shock ripped through the table. Except for Cecelia, who snorted and slapped her hand down on the table. “Walk out the front door? Why didn’t I think of that?” Tapping her ripped, scarred cheek with her index finger, she feigned a ponderous pose. “Oh, right! That’s how I got half my fucking face torn off.

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