Spell For Sophia (The Teen Wytche Saga Book 4) by Moon Ariella

Author:Moon, Ariella [Moon, Ariella]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Astraea Press, LLC
Published: 2014-11-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Sophia

Must…keep…my…head…down. The edge of the bench seat cut into my left cheek. I strained to keep my chin tucked against the centrifugal force caused by the spinning boat. The breath-stealing weight of Breaux's body pinned me facedown across the plank bench, but my head… My neck muscles burned. If my chin lifts, the centrifugal force will push my head back and snap my neck. Tears escaped my eyes and were swept away by the tornado.

"Please, Oya-Yansa, Goddess of the Winds, stop this whirlwind!" With my lungs flattened and my jaw almost locked, my feeble cry trickled into the howling funnel cloud and was lost.

She'll never hear me. My focus faltered. My brain moved like a carousel ride, circling without purpose, unable to form a linear thought. My strength ebbed. My chin inched upward. No!

The tempest halted. The spinning slowed like the wind-down of a ceiling fan. The pressure against my forehead eased. The boat tweaked and groaned.

We're dropping. Breaux's heartbeat drummed a wild rhythm against my back as though there were no clothes between us to block its path. The roaring in my ears stopped, replaced by Breaux's labored breaths and the rush of air skidding up the sides of the boat as it freefell. My head throbbed. The boat's spinning slowed as we descended. The whirling within me didn't. My eyes refused to focus.

"Breaux?"

He lifted off me, arching maybe two inches, and clasped the edge of the boat with his arms locked. The force of the descent pushed me upward. My back slammed against Breaux's chest. Time sped up. I braced for a hard landing.

The boat crashed into deep water, sending icy liquid cascading over the sides. I bellyflopped onto the bench and the air oofed out of my lungs. With a sickening crack, Breaux's skull slammed against the side of the boat. He collapsed on top of me with rib-bruising force, knocking the last of the air from my lungs.

The boat popped back to the surface. Cold water seeped into my sneakers and jeans. I kicked backward to escape it and my heel banged into the underside of the second bench. A fresh world of hurt shot down my foot and up my leg. My torso crushed, Spanish, English, and French curse words eked from my mouth in a pained whisper.

Breaux didn't move. Fear spiked through me. Is he breathing? Chill from the water penetrated my feet and ankles, wrapped around my bones, and set my teeth on edge. "Breaux, please! I… can't… breathe."

He groaned and stirred above me. Thank all the powers that be. Breaux's muscles tensed. "Soph?" The boat rocked as he scrambled off me and plummeted onto the floor with a splash. Air wheezed into my lungs, carrying pain and river smells. My ears filled with the slap of waves and the distant, brassy notes of a street band. I gritted my teeth against the cold water splashed by Breaux's size ten sneakers as he crawled onto the other bench.

My vision wobbled. The puddle in the bottom of the boat reflected taffy-colored clouds in a wide-open sky.

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