Fifth of Blood by Kris Austen Radcliffe

Author:Kris Austen Radcliffe [Radcliffe, Kris Austen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781939730497
Publisher: Six Talon Sign Fantasy & Futuristic Romance
Published: 2017-09-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Two

Rysa dreamed of water fountains and sorority bathrooms and embarrassing moments, and now she needed to pee. In the dream, she climbed stairs—black painted stairs full of shadows—but they were too tall. She had to pull herself up, the way she’d have to pull herself over a wall. She climbed and climbed and climbed some more and the shadows were mad because she’d stolen their job.

In her dream, she climbed through jealous shades.

But the stairs were her only option because the elevator moved too fast and would shoot her out the top of the roof and to the stars if she entered.

Its interior gleamed cold and gray like iron and had a revolving door.

Or it would drop her directly into the heart of a fire so hot she’d immediately melt into a glob of wiggly wet something and she would implode.

A chemical fire. A very smelly chemical fire.

She needed to pee. Really, really needed to pee, no matter what the shadows or the Burners wanted.

Her eyes flew open.

She was alone in the van with piles of Ladon’s clothes and a stack of balled-up Dragon blankets. With that bachelor smell of pizza and too much coffee.

Rysa sat up. What-is bounced through her head the way she bounced when she became over-excited. The present was up on its toes and chatting non-stop about how it could now outline everything that needed outlining because it had its marker back and boy-oh-boy no one would mess with them again because the filters aligned and now Rysa really was a true threat.

Her bouncing present-seer banged its head against the inside of her skull and it was beginning to hurt. Rysa rubbed her forehead.

Oh my God, she thought, blinking. Do I sound like that? Do I sound like my present-seer when I get hyperactive?

Of course she did. Her seers were her, after all.

She’d think about it later because right now, she needed to pee. The back door of the van stood wide open and they were parked inside somewhere with big rolling doors. Which meant there had to be a bathroom nearby.

Rysa bounced a little on her knees before scooting toward the door.

Her past-seer popped an image into her mind—Dragon setting her talisman down next to her pillow. Someone had wrapped it in a royal purple scarf and given it back to Ladon.

She whipped around, her face slack and her eyes wide. “Oh my God!” There, in a bundle next to where she’d been sleeping, was the purple scarf.

“You got it back for me!” she yelled as she scooped it up. “You got my talisman back!”

But damn it, she had to pee.

Rysa jumped out of the van, dancing as she landed on the loading dock concrete. She jogged through the roll-up door, her still-wrapped talisman in her hand, looking for someone. Anyone.

The ceiling above her head was a good twenty feet up. Pipes crisscrossed through steel beams, along with electrical conduits, huge hanging lamps, and an obvious layer of cobweb-infested dust.

Walls of stuff surrounded her. Stuff on pallets.

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