Love or Fate by Clea Hantman

Author:Clea Hantman
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2009-03-12T23:00:00+00:00

ELEVEN

At least the door to our prison cell was open. Unfortunately, it was now atop Tizzie the toad. I hated Tizzie with every fiber of my being, but I’d never wanted her dead! I wouldn’t even kill a spider. And now I was a real murderer.

My sisters and I all looked at each other in total despair. I didn’t think I was crying until I felt the tears streaming down my face. But I had to pull myself together. We had to get out of here.

Era was not happy about having to get back into her dirty clothes after her quick dip in the bubbly lavender bath, but she had no choice. We tried to blink her clean clothes, we tried to conjure up clean clothes for all of us, but all we came up with was a single tube sock and a linty moth-ridden sweater.

Polly still didn’t want to risk escape, especially since our powers were so obviously unstable, but I finally just grabbed her arm and pulled. Era stumbled behind us.

As the three of us ran up the stairs, then through the replica of our old home, I tried desperately not to look around. I didn’t want to be distracted by the memories, both sad and happy. The drapes. The candles. The piano. It was so bittersweet.

We got out quickly through the door we’d used to come in, and once we were outside, we stopped for a moment to catch our breath and get our bearings. I looked over my shoulder just in time to see the doorway through which we’d entered disappear. Now we had no choice but to keep going.

We were in a room surrounded by doors. Off to the right of us was a dank, dark passageway that looked like it led nowhere. In front of us were three other doors that looked more promising. Yes, the way out had to be one of these. But which one? I couldn’t think clearly; all I could think about was Tizzie and what I’d done to her. Until Polly gasped, grabbing my attention as she pointed to a corner of the room, her eyes filled with fright.

Then her eyelids fluttered closed and she fainted.

My eyes followed the direction in which Polly had pointed—and there, poking out from underneath a pile of dirty Fury clothes that were surely waiting for us to wash them, was a single sneaker, connected to a real live foot. Somebody was hiding in that pile, watching us. I didn’t want to stick around to find out who.

“Get up, Polly! Era, pick her up!” I whispered.

Era, also noticing the foot, looked at me and began to cry. Polly started to come to.

“Let’s get out of here,” Era sobbed, pulling me and a half-standing Polly toward the middle door.

“No, I think it’s this way,” muttered Polly, regaining her feet and her senses and pointing to the left.

“Whoa, you’re both wrong; it’s this way,” and I grabbed Polly by her filthy sleeve. It was damp, just like mine.

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