The Uprising: A Companion Novel (The Hunt Book 5) by Liz Meldon

Author:Liz Meldon [Meldon, Liz]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“I just wish you would have told me, that’s all.”

“Honey, I thought I was going crazy. Hearing a creepy guy’s voice inside my head?” Ella snorted, then brushed her bare hand over her hair when she caught her muddled reflection in a storefront window. It came away cold and snowy. Beside her, Moira’s white locks were also crowned in snowflakes; there was no escaping the onslaught of fat flecks, the kind that drifted down languidly from puffy grey clouds for hours and hours. To her right, pure white drifts towered to about four feet, doomed to melt in this weekend’s forecasted double digits and showers. “Yeah, no way was I telling anyone about that.”

Moira fiddled with her plum-purple mittens, the pair Ella had knitted for her in tenth grade home economics class. The complex stitch pattern had gotten her an A; Moira wore them every winter. “Still though. We could have addressed it sooner if you’d said something—then you wouldn’t have spent all this time thinking you were going crazy.”

“I know,” she muttered, forcing a sigh for emphasis—to express an unspoken emotion, something apologetic and contrite. Sharing with the household that she had been hearing Serafino in her head had been unsettling at best, but after her run-in with the vampire who had destroyed her life, she couldn’t put it off anymore. Much to her surprise, Severus had been the one to offer the most comfort; apparently hell-born vampires liked to pick and choose who to speak to amongst their offspring. She wasn’t crazy—Ella had just been chosen.

Not that that made her feel any better, but at least she wasn’t slowly losing her mind. Her whole world had been turned upside down. She had a new body that craved blood and went savage should she lose control, but at least Ella was sane.

Mostly, anyway. She had decided months ago that you needed to be a little nuts to live in this supernatural world. You had to accept the crazy, or you would go crazy—period.

“Anyway, how are you feeling?” Moira threaded her arm around Ella’s. Somewhere a few streets over, a car raced by, the wet tread tickling her ears and spoiling the thick, blissful quiet that had surrounded them since they’d slipped out the front door. Still, it was three in the morning in Farrow’s Hollow, a city where the supernatural operated every second of the day. Absolute silence was a pipe dream.

“Hungry,” she admitted without hesitation, “but I can handle it.”

For how much longer was anyone’s guess. Two painfully slow days had crawled by since her encounter with Serafino, and Malachi fucking Saevitia was nowhere to be found. Although she had kept her blood cravings in check around her two favorite hybrids, no one could deny that she was spiraling into an agitated, stir-crazy, hangry monster. Severus and Alaric had thought it best to keep her in the house until Malachi and Cordelia returned, but she was losing her mind in there. Sure, television and social media could

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