Paranormalcy by White Kiersten

Author:White, Kiersten [White, Kiersten]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Werewolves, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, Fantasy, Young Adult, Vampire
ISBN: 9780061985850
Google: MntRxmwQb-MC
Amazon: 0061985856
Goodreads: 7719245
Publisher: HarperTeen
Published: 2010-08-30T23:00:00+00:00

NOT OKAY

I tried to connect back to Lish on the vid screen, but the channel was busy. Punching Raquel’s number on my communicator as I pulled on one of my boots, I swore. It was busy, too. I yanked on my other boot, nearly falling over in my haste, then grabbed Tasey and my knife. I sprinted down the hall, praying my hunch was wrong, that it was just a weird coincidence. No alarms had gone off yet; surely that meant everything was okay. Everything had to be okay.

As I turned the corner to Central Processing I slipped, flying backward and hitting my shoulder hard against the wall. The floor was covered with water and my leggings were now soaked. I couldn’t breathe. Everything was not okay. Pushing myself up, I ran the last few feet, nearly slipping again, and palmed open the sliding doors.

“No,” I whispered, so shocked it felt like everything around me had slowed, disappeared, stopped. I knew I had to move forward, but my body wasn’t working anymore. All I could do was stare at the jagged hole smashed into Lish’s aquarium. About a foot of water remained in the bottom and lying there, near the hole, was Lish.

She couldn’t be dead. She couldn’t. Lish was forever. She was my friend, my best friend.

There couldn’t be a reality in which Lish wasn’t. She was probably just hurt—I needed to get her more water, right away.

I ran forward. “Lish! It’s okay. I’m here, I’m going to help!” I ducked through the hole and sloshed over to her. Her eyes, her beautiful, beautiful eyes, were wide, the clear eyelids half shut. She wasn’t moving. And on her chest was a handprint of golden flame, slowly fading.

“Lish?” I dropped to my knees next to her, picking her up and cradling her in my arms. She wasn’t gone, she couldn’t be. I stroked her hand, the webbing between her fingers finer and more delicate than I had ever noticed. Her iridescent scales glistened.

She didn’t move, she wouldn’t move, she couldn’t. Lish, my Lish, was gone. There was nothing I could do and it was my fault. I had left the ankle trackers that became bait; I was the reason that thing got in. I leaned over and kissed her on the head. “I’m so sorry,” I said, my voice breaking into a sob.

I was shivering already, soaked through. I didn’t want to move, ever, because if I didn’t leave, if I didn’t let her go, then she wasn’t really gone. Shifting position, I gasped. Something sharp and hard had gone straight through my leggings, cutting into my thigh. Red seeped into the water, and it was enough to jar me out of my stupor. Kissing Lish again, I laid her gently back down. I stood and pulled the shard of glass out of my thigh, wincing.

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