Oracle's Curse_Book Three of The Celtic Prophecy by Melissa Macfie

Author:Melissa Macfie [Macfie, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Can't Put It Down Books
Published: 2017-12-13T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 16

It was a couple of days, at least that was what it seemed, before Maggie noticed any break in the routine of her guard. Her leg still hurt like hell and since there was no painkiller that she was being fed, she was acutely aware of it. She lost all modesty and didn’t fuss when Andy touched her to tend to her hygienic needs. She didn’t know how long she had been here, but before long, he’d have to deal with another of her needs. Good, she hoped her period would bring friends. Perhaps at that point he’d foist off responsibility on Linda. It served them both right.

The door burst open, scaring Maggie and Andy, too, who was sitting by the door reading.

“He’s arrived. Come, Cormac wants us to greet him.”

Andy tossed his book on the ground and stood, taking a tentative step in Linda’s direction, then stopped. He regarded Maggie, and looked as if he were going to say something. She waited, but he turned from her and disappeared.

It was some time before Maggie heard the deadbolt release and the door open. Andy, Linda, and a figure cloaked in so much fabric she couldn’t tell gender or age entered. A gnarled hand appeared, and Maggie heart raced. Visions of the old woman in Leo’s shop and again in the forest rose in her mind, even though she’d seen that bitch die. Nothing about this was rational. She could have been resurrected, right? Alex was, and Maggie had been a part of that. If he could be, why couldn’t others?

The hooded person spoke. “Leave us.”

Not the woman. A man. An old man. Someone new. She relaxed, as strange as it sounded; at least it wasn’t the devil she knew.

Linda grabbed Andy’s arm and towed him out of the room, closing the door behind them. The hooded man grabbed the chair and pulled it, metal legs squeaking across the floor to rest in the center of the room well out of arms reach from Maggie, and sat down facing her. “When ye are accustomed, we shall begin.”

He stretched his legs out in front of him, crossing them at the ankles. His arms disappeared in the wide sleeves of his robe. The majority of his face was still in deep shadow, all she could see were the deep wrinkles of his lips and around his mouth evidence of someone missing most of his teeth, and sparse, grizzled whiskers covering his chin and lower jowls. A soft snore rose in moments, causing Maggie to raise her eyebrows.

She cleared her throat, impatient to get this over with. When he looked up, yawning, she could feel her ire rising. She indicated her wounded leg with exaggerated eye rolling.

He knelt as one much younger and clucked, looking at the damage to her leg. “Hurts, does it no’?”

She nodded trying to stretch out to get away from the pain.

He placed a light hand on her thigh, “All will be well shortly.” He gasped and grabbed Maggie’s chin to force her to look him in the eye.

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