Soul Cursed by Madeline Freeman

Author:Madeline Freeman [Freeman, Madeline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Laurealinde Publishing LLC

Chapter Nineteen

My eyelids are heavy. It takes several tries before I’m able to pry them open.

It’s dark. Is it night already? It was early afternoon when I drifted off, and I can’t have been out for long. I’m groggy from too little sleep.

My mind spins as it works through the problem. The dim room is coming into focus, but I can already tell the proportions are off. The shack isn’t this big.

Why would I have gone to sleep in the middle of the day? There’s something important I’m supposed to be doing.

Someone groans beside me, and the noise pulls me to my senses. Memories flood my mind—the shack’s door swinging open, the canister of gas spraying into the enclosed space.

We’ve been drugged and taken.

I sit upright and rub my eyes to clear the remaining bleariness. We’re not in the shack. The scent I originally attributed to the general mustiness of the structure is less earthy and more dank.

We’re underground.

“Anybody up?” Malachi whispers from a few inches behind me.

I turn to face him. His hair is sweaty and sticking up at odd angles.

“I am,” Luke murmurs.

“Mmmph,” says Dagny.

“We’re awake,” says Mel.

Lola groans.

I look around the enclosure. Jack hasn’t responded. Is it because he’s not here?

But when a shadow shifts behind Malachi, I relax. Jack pushes himself to a sitting position. His dark curls are wild, as if he’s been running through a windstorm.

“Where are we?” Echo’s voice is small.

My eyes have adjusted as well as they can to the dimness, but there’s not enough light to answer Echo’s question. The ground beneath me is hard and rough, but consistent. Cement. I stretch out to the side, brushing past Dagny before I reach a wall. More concrete.

A hissing sound fills the silence, accompanied by a yelp from Lola and the scent of singed flesh.

“Bars over here,” she says. “Silver. Of course.”

I edge closer to Lola. Silver is enough to keep werewolves and vampires enclosed, but perhaps Mel and I could bend the bars or manipulate the hinges somehow. Silver doesn’t affect hybrids the way it hurts other supernaturals.

A bright light slices through the darkness, dazzling me before I make it to Mel’s side. When it disappears, what little I had been able to make out before is blotted out by a glowing halo. My other senses go on alert, preparing for an attack that could come at any second, but when a single lightbulb clicks on a moment later, it reveals only one person—a young woman in her mid-twenties. Her dark blonde hair is pulled back into a messy knot at the nape of her neck, and her brown eyes survey us closely.

Jack brushes past me as he approaches the bars. I take in the room for the first time. It’s the size of a large bedroom, with the barred-off area taking up three quarters of that space. The ceiling seems to be made of plywood, and there’s a ladder against the wall beneath a trapdoor where the woman entered.

“Where are we?” Jack demands.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.