Unquiet Souls by Christine Pope

Author:Christine Pope
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Valentine Press

Chapter 9

The light was strange. Audrey opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling fan overhead.

She didn’t have a ceiling fan in her bedroom.

Then she blinked at her unfamiliar surroundings, and she remembered that she was lying in bed in the guest room at Michael Covenant’s house. If anyone had told her twenty-four hours ago that this was where she would end up, she sure as hell wouldn’t have believed them.

But here she was. This room was much darker than her bedroom at home, probably because there were heavy drapes at the window instead of the cheap faux-wood blinds she’d put up when the previous sets of blinds finally gave up the ghost. Even so, she could see a few specks of bright sunlight beaming in through small gaps in the drapes.

Knowing it was a sunny day made Audrey feel a little better about life. So did the realization that she’d apparently survived a night here without suffering any further demon attacks, or whatever it was that had happened to her Kindle. Luck, or simply the strength of the “protections” Michael had put in place here?

Maybe a little of both.

She got out of bed and made her way over to the closet. After selecting a plain, dark green button-up shirt, she draped it over her arm, collected the rest of the clothes she’d need, and quietly slipped into the guest bath. She’d noticed that Michael’s door was still shut, and she hadn’t heard any water running. A late sleeper? He didn’t seem like the type. She supposed it was possible that he was already up, although she hadn’t detected any sounds — or smells of coffee — coming from downstairs, either.

Shrugging off the mystery, Audrey went to the shower and turned the taps. The water got hot almost immediately; the house must have had a good water heater.

And dear lord, it felt so good to get in that shower, to wash off the stink of the Whitcomb house and her own fear — or at least it seemed that way, although in reality, her deodorant had held up pretty well, all things considered. Because she’d washed her hair the day before, she clipped it up and out of the way, and was done with her shower in a little more than five minutes.

Honestly, she’d wanted to stay in that shower enclosure, done in warm-hued tile like the kitchen downstairs, for about a hundred years. But since she didn’t have that option — and it would have played hell with Michael’s water bill — she tried to be more thoughtful.

Teeth brushed, even though she knew she’d probably be drinking coffee in the near future. Light makeup applied, just enough that there wouldn’t be a repeat of her Night of the Living Dead impersonation of the evening before. She hadn’t thought to pack any jewelry, and she certainly hadn’t been wearing any when she ran out of the house in her sleeping attire, so there wasn’t much she could do about that.

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