FAUSTINE (Bonfire Chronicles) by Rose Imogen

Author:Rose, Imogen [Rose, Imogen]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Imogen Rose
Published: 2011-02-27T05:00:00+00:00

I could hear her cackling as I tried to absorb what she’d just said.

“Cat got your tongue?” she sneered.

“What note?” There was a possibility that she might have sent me a different note....

“You know exactly what note I’m talking about, silly little girl!”

I was hurt. This was supposedly my big sister. “Did you kill Peter?” I asked, not understanding how anyone could kill their own sibling. What kind of creature was she?

“Yes, he was a pain! It was time for him to go. In fact, it’s time for you to go as well. You’ve no right to the crown! London is mine.”

Wrong. “How did you get into my room? Have you hurt anyone else?”

“Not yet, but I will if you don’t get your demon behind over to my place at once. I’ve got Kismet and Luke. Hah, did you really think I wouldn’t find them?”

“I’ll be right over.”

“Come alone.”

Both Neave and Ryker were glaring at me as I turned off my cell phone and closed my eyes to allow my photographic memory to visualize the address from the note Ryker had given me earlier. I opened my eyes and redirected the cab driver to Katerina’s building. “I guess you heard?” I asked them.

“Yeah. Alone. Not. I’m coming with you. Who is she, anyway?” Ryker asked.

“One of my big sisters. The black sheep, I’m guessing,” I said wearily.

“No kidding,” Neave agreed. “Much as I’d love to get involved in yet another demon crisis, I think you’d be better off if I gather the forces and meet you later. I’ll get Mom, Edith and anyone else I can find. I’ll also need to contact Gran to find out if she’s okay,” she said. Neave retrieved her phone from her purse and punched in her grandmother’s number.

No answer, but then, that was common in Pauline’s case. As we passed my building, I asked the cab driver to stop so we could drop Neave off, and then we continued to Katerina’s.

“Ryker. She did say alone. Trust me, I can take care of myself. You showing up will just anger her.”

“I’ll hang around outside her apartment, just let me know if you need me, okay?” he asked.

As soon as the cab pulled up to Katerina’s building, Ryker and I paid and got out to rush inside. She lived on the tenth floor. We were too anxious to wait for the elevator, so we ran up the stairs. I was worn out by the time we reached her door. I waited for Ryker to make himself scarce, then knocked on the door.

An old lady answered my knock. She looked to be in her seventies or eighties. She was dressed in a gray, A-line tweed skirt, cut to just below her knees, a black blouse, white pearls, and sensible, flat Mary-Janes over beige, opaque tights. She wore black, diamond-studded, horn-rimmed glasses with dark lenses, so I couldn’t see her eyes. Her grey hair was secured in a neat bun at the base of her neck. She must have had a bazillion little wrinkles on her face and hands.

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