Blood Moon's Fury: A Young Adult Fantasy Thriller (Curse of the Blood Moon Book 1) by Leah Kingsley

Author:Leah Kingsley [Kingsley, Leah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-10T06:00:00+00:00

Twenty-three

THE PUTRID STENCH of rotting garbage assaulted Amy’s nostrils as Alex dragged her through the shack’s front door. The living room was dimly lit with matted carpeting the color of mud and paneling that had gone out of style in the midseventies. Johnson and Ash were lounging in a pair of overstuffed, ripped armchairs. Susan lay tied up on the floor next to an insanely buff, dark-haired guy Amy had never seen before.

Amy rushed to her sister and fell to her knees on the dirty shag carpet. Was brown its natural color, or was it that disgustingly filthy? She took Susan’s small hand and squeezed it between both of hers. Her sister’s skin was clammy and cold. “You okay?” Amy whispered. Susan nodded. Amy stood and faced Assassin’s Honor with one hand on her hip. “I’m here. Let her go.”

“It ain’t gonna be that simple,” Johnson sneered. He stared at her and Susan as if assessing their weak points. “Cardelle, Jenkins, you take Amy here and show her some Assassin’s Honor hospitality. Ash and I will deal with the little one.”

The guy sitting on the floor with Susan, the one called Jenkins, blanched at his leader’s words. “Ash, I’ll switch with you.”

Amy clenched her teeth against a burst of white-hot rage. Jenkins preferred to torture a nine-year-old? What sick bastard liked torturing a child? Hatred simmered in her soul.

Ash shook his head. “Johnson said I was supposed to go with him.”

Alex grabbed Amy by the hair and dragged her toward a dark doorway. She kicked and clawed at him in an effort to get back to her sister. He yanked on her hair, and she fell to the ground. Alex hauled her across the threshold, her knees scraping painfully over an uneven plywood floor. He released her and slammed the door to the living room.

This second room was even less attractive than the first. It was empty apart from a rickety table and chairs situated in the center of its unfinished floor. The walls had once been painted either a watery blue or a pea green. It was difficult to tell in the fading light. The room had a single slit of a window high up on the far wall, and a door in the corner that appeared to lead outside. Amy made a mental note of the possible escape route.

Jenkins flopped into a peeling leather chair. “What now?”

Alex forcefully turned her in a circle as if cataloging her weaknesses. He seized her wrist, and she bit back a yelp of pain. Last night’s cuts were still open and raw.

He rolled up her sleeve. “Look what we have here? This one’s a cutter.”

Amy winced and tried to shove him away. He held her wrist in a death grip. She ducked her head, her cheeks burning with shame. She cut when life was hard to take, and this past week had been one long nightmare.

“How about we help you out.” Alex smiled amicably as if offering to pay for a movie ticket she couldn’t afford.

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