Boyfriend From Hell (Falling Angels Saga) by Van Lowe E

Author:Van Lowe, E.
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: White Whisker Books
Published: 2011-08-13T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

The hall was lined on both sides with brightly burning candles, giving the place an eerie sense of gloom. The smell of incense was stronger than ever. The couple ahead of me continued down the hall toward the rear, where many voices could be heard. They turned right, their footsteps moving away from me toward the voices.

This place is bigger than I thought.

I was alone in the corridor. I could see candlelight spilling from the rooms that lined the hall. What I hadn’t realized from the outside is that the entire house was lit by candlelight. Again the hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention. This was not a party I was crashing. This seemed to be a séance, or some kind of cult thing.

The front door behind me opened and closed. Someone was coming. I pretended to admire one of the large paintings that hung on the wall. From the sound of the approaching footsteps, two people were moving toward me.

Could Armando and Señora Marisol just be arriving? I angled my face away, hoping they wouldn’t recognize me.

“Don’t dally, sweetheart,” a female voice said from directly behind me. “You won’t want to miss it. Nights like this don’t happen very often.” It was a kindly voice. Definitely not Señora Marisol.

“I’m coming,” I replied, dutifully.

I allowed the pair to pass. Two women, both in their early forties and well dressed. I waited until they moved to the end and made the right turn.

Nights like this don’t happen very often.

The words teased at my confidence. Maybe this was the wrong time to confront Armando. Maybe I was in danger. If this is the lair of some maniac cult, I was very much in danger.

At that moment, I wanted to run from the house and into Guy’s waiting arms. But if I told him what I thought was going on in here, he’d think I was crazy. Anyone would. Armando was in some kind of cult, maybe he was even their leader. It did sound crazy.

I’d been staring at the large painting for several minutes, but until then I hadn’t actually looked at it. It was one of the paintings I’d seen on my earlier trip to the house. An empty field. But in the candlelight I could now see the field wasn’t empty. The outlines of ghostlike people frolicking in the field was suddenly clear. The people were naked.

Quickly my eyes darted from painting to painting as I took in all the landscapes that hung on the walls. None of them was empty as I had thought. All of them contained ghostlike, frolicking, naked people.

The chatter down the hall quieted. People began whispering: “He’s coming. He’s coming.”

As afraid as I was, I couldn’t leave now. I had to know exactly what Armando was up to. If I didn’t find out now I might never find out. I knew I might be in danger, but Guy was outside waiting for me. If I didn’t come out, I was sure he would notify the police.

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