Shadows Deepen by Mirren Hogan & Erin Yoshikawa

Author:Mirren Hogan & Erin Yoshikawa [Hogan, Mirren & Yoshikawa, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: QuarkXPress, Ebook, epub
Publisher: Burning Willow Press, LLC
Published: 2018-06-01T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

Flynn disappeared into the trees, swallowed up by the night.

Startled, the seagull took flight and squawked off in the other direction.

Flynn’s muffled voice cried out, “Makani . . . ”

“Flynn!” She stood in shock for a second, before shaking herself out of the stupor. She started after him, following the sound of leaves rustling. Her side ached from the jostling it took as she tore through the rows of coffee plants, but she didn’t let up. She was unarmed, injured and alone. How was she going to help Flynn if she managed to catch up? All she knew was something had grabbed him. And she wasn’t going to let that something take him from her.

The silence was sudden and profound. It lasted for twenty rapid heartbeats, then a face appeared out of the trees. It was female, barely, all teeth and narrow, glaring eyes. Long black hair was wreathed in a mist of murky green, writhing like flames.

The face hissed at Makani.

She did the first thing that came to mind—she swung the lamp. It missed the face and rattled hard against the coffee plant trunks, sending a jolt of burning pain down her side. Makani tried to recover her balance, the ache in her torso becoming a scream of blood rushing through her ears. The lamp had shattered against the plant, but it still worked. Her head whipped around, trying to see where the . . . thing . . . had gone. If it was close, that meant Flynn might be near.

“Shit! Flynn?! Where are you?!”

There was a rush of wind tearing at the trees, followed by a cry of rage before everything fell silent again. This time the silence was broken by a groan from within the trees.

“Here.” Flynn’s voice sounded weak, but close. “I’m okay . . . ”

“Hey!” She followed his voice into the thick foliage, the broken lamp hanging loosely from her right hand. Heaving a sigh of relief, Makani reached for him. “What the hell just happened?”

He struggled to sit up, and leaned his back against a tree. His face was white, except for a trickle of blood that wound its way down his temple and onto his cheek. He put a hand up to his head and it came away red. “Death chicken?” he suggested lamely.

“If I get my hands on the death chicken, it’s becoming fricassee.” She peered down at Flynn, a worried grimace on her lips. Reaching out to him, she asked, “Do you think you can walk? We need to get out of here.”

“Of course, I’m fine.” He put one hand in hers and the other on a branch beside him. With a tug, he got to his feet, only to wobble and sink back down. “On the other hand, give me a minute.” His previous machismo was replaced by uncertainty.

“Crap, please tell me you don’t have a concussion.” She checked her pockets but came up without her phone. “I can’t call for help. What happened to you?” Makani

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