The Secret City: An edge of your seat Young Adult fantasy novel (The Alchemist Chronicles teen series Book 2) by C.J. Daugherty & Carina Rozenfeld

Author:C.J. Daugherty & Carina Rozenfeld [Daugherty, C.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781786811059
Publisher: Bookouture
Published: 2016-09-01T06:00:00+00:00

Twenty

‘This is a bad idea,’ Alastair muttered as he turned the van around.

Louisa put her phone away. ‘I’m not arguing with you. But I can’t blame them. They’re worn out. They haven’t had any rest in more than twenty-four hours.’

‘If they’d kept going just a few more hours, they would have made it to a safe house.’ There was no anger in Alastair’s voice, but his expression was troubled.

Secretly, Louisa was just as worried as he was.

They were so close.

‘The spot they’ve chosen is smart.’ She said the words as much to herself as to him. ‘They can lose themselves in there for a few hours, get some sleep and head off before dawn.’

‘But we can’t be with them,’ Alastair reminded her unnecessarily. ‘And we both think Mortimer is following us.’

They exchanged a look.

‘Why didn’t you tell her?’

Louisa looked out the window at the thickening forest. ‘What’s the point? If he comes anywhere near them she’ll know it. I don’t want them to be more scared than they already are.’

She wondered if she’d made the right decision. All day long she’d been sensing faint hints of Dark power. It had begun about forty miles after they left Calais, and happened intermittently since then.

It was impossible to trace, always just out of their reach. It felt like they were being followed. They’d taken every evasive action in the book and still, periodically, they’d both sensed it.

‘It’s like he’s following us at a great distance,’ Alastair had speculated after the second time they’d spotted it. ‘Or he’s close and shielding himself, somehow.’

‘It could mean he’s following us, but not them,’ Louisa decided. ‘Which is what we wanted, right?’

‘Winning,’ Alastair muttered.

He looked so tired. Deep circles underscored his eyes and his dark blond hair stood almost on end.

He’d handled all the driving, because Louisa had never learned how – it hadn’t seemed important before. She was a city girl and always would be. As long as buses existed, driving was for other people.

She must have been tired too, because, for some reason, that thought summoned images of her foster parents, packing the kids into their crappy brown estate car, and she hadn’t thought about that in years. In her memory, she was the last one in, as usual. Always forgotten. Always in the way.

‘She can squeeze in there,’ her foster mother would say, frowning, as Louisa tried to angle herself in between the baby seat and her foster brother, who glared at her if she touched him.

She’d hear her foster parents murmuring to each other about space and money, and ‘now that the baby’s here, maybe we need to see if there’s someplace else she could go’.

As if she didn’t have ears.

As if they didn’t have hearts.

But then, they didn’t care, did they? None of them did.

‘This looks like the place.’

Alastair’s words jolted her from her memories.

Blinking hard, she shook her head to clear it. Alastair was turning the van off the highway onto a narrow road leading into thick woods. The only

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