Frozen by L. A. Casey

Author:L. A. Casey [Casey, L. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781503933118
Google: UYgdjwEACAAJ
Amazon: B017LGALS6
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2016-04-18T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Neala was gone.

I’d woken up roughly five minutes earlier, and after I went to the now safe-to-enter bathroom to relieve myself, I opened the sitting room door and popped my head around to see whether she was okay, but she wasn’t there – which was weird. When I‘d gone to sleep last night she was snuggled up on the couch, but now she, and the spare blanket I had given her, were nowhere to be seen.

It was darker than last night because a few of the candles were blown out, but I relit them to brighten the room up. I had a large lit candle in my hand as I walked around the living room and checked behind the couch and every other part of the room where Neala could be sitting or lying down, but there was still no sign of her.

There was a sign of the doll box, though, so I picked it up and brought it into my room, where I put it in the top drawer of my dresser. I wasn’t thinking of keeping the doll from her; I just wanted it in a safe place. I resumed my search for my unexpected houseguest. I checked my dining room, and like the living room it was empty.

“Neala?” I called out.

No reply.

I didn’t like silence when Neala was in close quarters with me; it would be a foolish and dangerous move to assume she wasn’t up to something.

“Neala?” I called out again.

I knew she wasn’t in my room, but went back and thoroughly checked it again anyway. When that room was in the clear, I went back out into my hallway. I don’t know why, but I went to my front door. A vision of Neala somehow getting through the wall of snow flashed through my mind, so I rushed forward and opened the door. I breathed out a sigh of what felt like relief when I saw the wall of snow perfectly intact.

I reminded myself that I wasn’t relieved that she was still here somewhere, just that she wasn’t out there dead and encased in a block of ice. Her ma would kill me if she’d died while I slept.

I closed the door and turned around. I walked down the hallway and stopped at the bathroom. I hadn’t looked into my bathtub while I was in there, so I knocked on the door and called out Neala’s name again. Again, no reply. I opened the bathroom door and shivered; the vent in the ceiling definitely wasn’t clogged with snow, because cold air from outside was flowing through it perfectly fine.

I closed the bathroom door and continued to walk down my hallway. Pausing at my kitchen door for just a moment, I reached for the handle, opened the door and stepped through the doorway.

“Neala?” I murmured as I poked my head around the door.

No Neala.

Where the hell was she?

I stepped into the room and frowned. It was pretty dark, so I used my candle to light the ones on the counters.

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