Spoiled Harvest by Leah R. Cutter

Author:Leah R. Cutter [Cutter, Leah R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781611386431
Publisher: Book View Cafe
Published: 2016-09-29T07:00:00+00:00

Before I finished unlacing my boots completely, I went back up the narrow, curving staircase and tried the door again, one last time. My legs were killing me at this point. Maybe my mother was right and I needed more exercise.

Fucking door was still locked tight. I shouted for Hunter again but I didn’t hear anything from the other side of the door.

I was going to find whoever had hurt Hunter and make them pay. Sic Loki on them, if I could. Maybe Thor and Tyr while I was at it.

Then I gingerly made my way down the stairs again, extra careful not to fall and not just break my neck, but become pregnant as well. I rested for a few minutes at the bottom of the stairs, giving my shaking legs a break. I needed to gather all my strength together before I tried this.

Fortunately, it didn’t take much to throw my boots overhand and have them clunk onto the landing on the other side of the pool.

Now, I just had to get myself there as well. And not fall.

I grabbed my trusty Bic out of my jacket pocket and lit it, using my fingernail to turn the flame up as high as it would go.

The swimmers didn’t seem to like the fire. Maybe it wasn’t “pure” enough for them.

I wished I had a flamethrower and could immolate the fuckers.

I leaned over as far as I safely could and studied the walls surrounding the pond. I was going to have to find finger-holds all along it, kiss the fucking wall as I balanced my toes on the lip just beneath the water.

At least I couldn’t get pregnant from merely touching the water. Some half-joke about picking up an STD from the lip of a toilet seat ran through my mind, but I didn’t bother trying to remember the punch line.

It wouldn’t be as funny as my own goddamned virgin birth would be, if I didn’t do this right.

There weren’t a lot of cracks in the walls rising from the edge of the pool. But there were some. Enough that I thought I could do this.

I plotted out as many as I could see, though I could only really study about half of the wall. Then the stupid thing curved and it was too dim, even with my trusty Bic, to see well enough.

Hopefully by the time I reached that point I would have gotten the hang of it.

Get it. Hang of it. Hanging. By a thread. Or a fingernail.

Fuck. I needed to get out of there. I was going crazy.

I pulled my leggings up over my knees. I didn’t want then falling down at some awkward moment.

I put my Bic away. Realized my hands were shaking. My heart beat hard in my chest. My breath came short and shallow.

Shit. I was scared.

Generally, in this kind of life-or-death situation, I was more pissed than scared. But I knew this wasn’t merely some fucking game of the gods. These maniacs wanted their savior.

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