Grave Notice (Harbingers Of Death Book 3) by LeAnn Mason & L.B. Carter

Author:LeAnn Mason & L.B. Carter [Mason, LeAnn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-04-03T05:00:00+00:00

15

“Go, go, go!” I squawked as a meaty hand wrapped around my ankle.

I thought I’d wriggled my narrow ass fully into the blackness, but the space was too small for me to twist around and check.

Blindly, I kicked out like a mule with my unhindered foot, sucking in a gulp of dusty, musty air. The crunch beneath my heel led to a rather girly yelp and the release of my previously tethered appendage.

“Get a move on, banshee!” Vera’s hissed order reverberated around me, a proverbial spur to my sides.

I sped up my army crawl enough that I feared the damn dust bunnies in the air duct we were encapsulated within would strangle me. “You know these fuckin’ things weren’t meant to carry people, right?!”

Don’t focus on the situation, focus on the result. If the outcome is desirable, the means are meaningless.

The thought kicked me into high gear just as much as the booming sounds of Mr. Meathead attempting to pummel his too-wide shoulders through the opening behind me. If I didn’t escape now, if I didn’t put my trust in Vera, it was almost guaranteed that I would die. Probably quite slowly… with a heavy helping of pain.

Fuck that.

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” Vera chanted from somewhere up ahead. The metal walls were messing with more than one of my senses and wreaking havoc on my mind.

“If I go any faster, I’m going to loosen this thing from… whatever is holding it up,” I growled, more frustrated than I’d been in quite some time.

What did she think? That I was taking a fucking nap?!

“Run, little rabbit,” Meathead yelled into the metal tunnel, his gravelly timbre reverberating through the tube nearly as violently as my scurried movements physically rocked the claustrophobic space.

“I need to get outta here.” I couldn’t do this much longer.

Lost to the void, my mind constantly told me that the next move would plunge me to my death. Logical? Not necessarily, but my brain did not like sensory deprivation. Now I knew why it was often used to torture. It was damn effective. This could’ve been how I was broken.

Shit.

“Almost there,” Vera mumbled, drawing my attention away from my ever-increasing breaths. The added “Shit” did not slow my heart rate one tick.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Almost there,” she repeated.

“Aria?”

I stalled, unsure if the echo was causing me to hear things — and from all directions, too. I felt my brows furrow and strained my ears past the flurry of destruction I knew signaled the countdown until I was caught like a fish in a net. I thought I heard…

“Aria!”

“Mom?” It was half question and half exclamation. I still couldn’t see a damn thing, but that voice I knew, and it wasn’t the dark-fairy-like vamp attempting to liberate me from my impending death. “Mom!”

“Where are you?!”

“Um…” My brain already hurt from the confounding darkness and ricocheting echo, not to mention all my previous injuries. Oh, and the drugs.

“Who are you talking to? Come on. Our window is nearly closed!”

Oh! Vera would know where to send the troops.

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