Game of Witches (Witches of New York Book 2) by Kim Richardson

Author:Kim Richardson [Richardson, Kim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-11-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

“What are you doing still in bed!” shouted a familiar voice. “Get up. Up! Up! Up!”

Even though my eyes were closed, I knew it was Elsa, and she sounded annoyingly chirpy and giddy.

“Go away. I’m still sleeping.” I lifted my comforter over my head, trying to shut out her voice. My head pounded with a migraine, feeling like I had a massive hangover but without the fun of the actual drinking part.

I barely slept a wink. How could I when we still had a demented mad scientist or scientists on the loose in the city somewhere? I kept waking up in a sweat, my heart pounding in my chest as I kept replaying the scene over and over again. My stomach quailed at the thought of all those humans floating in those tanks back at the warehouse, the way the humans cringed from us in that cage, like we were monsters about to devour them. The notion of what these humans had endured had my guts rolling and my eyes burning every time. It had seemed their lives meant nothing. They were just vessels, their bodies used for a single purpose. To kill? That was still unclear.

I think I started to doze off just as Elsa barged into my room.

I felt a tug, and fresh air assaulted my face as my comforter disappeared. “Up,” ordered Elsa. “You’re not sleeping. You’re having a conversation with me. That’s not sleeping.” She let out a sigh. “You’re exactly like my son, Dylan. I could never get that one out of bed. Slept the day away.”

I blinked the crust from my eyes. “You have a son? You never said?”

Elsa smiled proudly. “Yes. He lives in Scotland with his wife. Very much like his dad.” She lost her smile. “Don’t change the subject. Up you go. Come on. It’s nearly six o’clock.”

“What?” I reached out, fumbling with my side table, and grabbed my phone. “Damn. It felt more like noonish.” Crap, I really had slept the day away. Well, not exactly slept. I only dozed off here and there. Not exactly a good sleep.

Concern flashed across her face. “I know. I don’t think any of us slept much. All those poor souls. Dreadful what’s happened to them.”

I sat up, feeling a little dizzy. My eyes rolled over Elsa, noticing her wild, red hair was carefully pulled back with a barrette, though some loose strands framed her face. Red leather boots peeped from under her flowing, striped-green-and-orange skirt.

“You look nice. Why all dressed up?”

Before she could answer, Jade came gliding into my room on roller skates. She wore pink tights under a black sweaterdress with a white belt wrapped around her waist. Long faux-pearl necklaces looped around her neck and dangled past her stomach. Her hair was scrunched up into a high ponytail like she’d done it without a mirror.

“Oh, my God, she’s still in bed?” laughed Jade as she did a pirouette, settled, and braced herself on my dresser. “We’re going to be late.”

I sat straighter.

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