Warped (Maurissa Guibord) by Maurissa Guibord

Author:Maurissa Guibord [Guibord, Maurissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: english eBooks
Publisher: Delacorte Books for Young Readers
Published: 2011-01-11T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

Tessa took a long, scaldingly hot shower, letting the water and the heat pummel her, as if it could drive all the tension and worry away. And maybe even magically make her understand what was going on. It didn't work.

Thinking about him was so confusing. Will de Chaucy had stepped out of a tapestry and taken over her life. Nothing was ever going to be the same. Well, to be honest, he hadn't exactly stepped out. He had been yanked. By her. And somehow, it seemed right that he was here. Even if he was annoyingly secretive at times. And bossy. And a little stuck-up.

But she had to admit, he had good qualities. When he'd spoken about the other lives inside the tapestry, lives that he wouldn't sacrifice to save his own, she'd seen something else. He was selfless. He was brave, maybe stupidly so.

Braver than she was, that was for sure. She didn't think she could have gotten to sleep with the tapestry in her bedroom. Who knew what could come out of the thing next? Maybe it wasn't the smartest move to have left it with Will either, but her choices seemed pretty limited.

Tessa dried off and slipped into her soft pink bathrobe. As she toweled her hair, she turned to the bathroom door, where she'd hung her clothes. She frowned. Strange. The frayed hole in the knee of her jeans was gone. Tessa stepped closer. No patch, no seam. Almost as if the fabric had been ...

She froze when she saw the words in the denim. They stood out in tufts of white cotton thread:

Go to a dark glass.

Oh God. Not again. "Cut it out," said Tessa in a shaking voice. She whirled around and cried out, "Gray Lily! Lila Gerome? Whoever you are! Can you hear me? Stop it. Leave me alone!" But nothing happened. And the tiny message woven into her jeans stayed put. With a swat she knocked the clothes from the hook.

She stepped back, sat down on the edge of the bathtub and hugged her robe closer, feeling vulnerable and exposed.

"Go to a dark glass," Tessa said softly. What did that mean? A piece of glass? Sunglasses? She looked over at the steamy reflection of herself in the full-length mirror on the door and shivered, despite the warm, humid air.

She remembered her sleepover in fifth grade when Heather Landrigan convinced everybody to play Bloody Mary. Each girl was supposed to go into the bathroom by herself, turn out the lights and stare into the mirror. You were supposed to see the face of your future husband, or Bloody Mary, whoever she was. Tessa had been too scared to do it. She had gone in and sat on the closed toilet seat for a little while, and then gone out again.

But the memory did remind her of something else. Go to a dark glass.

"The glass," she said slowly, "is a mirror."

Tentatively she got up, stepped over to the wall and flipped off the light switch.

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