The Gates of Hell: Arianna Rose, #4 by Jennifer Martucci & Christopher Martucci

Author:Jennifer Martucci & Christopher Martucci
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: teen paranormal romance, paranormal romance, occult, supernatural, horror, urban fantasy, teen romance, free teen survival fiction
Publisher: Jennifer Martucci
Published: 2016-10-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

ARIANNA, DESMOND AND Madame Dafeenah left the seer’s tent as soon as she returned from informing her bosses and lifelong friends of her abrupt departure. After securing the flap that served as an entry and exit point and hanging a sign that read closed, Madame Dafeenah endured the jeers and profanities of those who waited in line to see her.

“Please, your money will be refunded,” Madame Dafeenah tried to reason with the disgruntled crowd. “I have a personal emergency.”

But despite her attempt at calming them, the crowd persisted with oaths of never returning and more vulgar language.

“Nice group of people you got coming to see you,” Arianna said and tried to lighten the mood. “Quality folks,” she added and pursed her lips. She looked over Madame Dafeenah’s head at Desmond and he shook his head, as if to tell her now was not the time.

“The people who come to see me have heavy hearts. They seek hope and comfort. They seek peace. I am depriving them of that. They have every right to be upset,” Madame Dafeenah said quietly.

“So stay,” Arianna huffed. It was a knee-jerk reaction, one she wasn’t particularly proud of, but it had been an honest one. “Stay and help them until the end of days comes a few weeks from now when Darius opens the last portal to Gehenna.”

“No, no that’s not what I meant, Sola. My intent was not to disrespect you,” Madame Dafeenah said quickly. Her tan cheeks blushed deeply, her embarrassment evident.

“She knows you weren’t being disrespectful or regretting your decision to help us, isn’t that right, Arianna?” Desmond prodded.

“Eh, of course,” Arianna said absently as she took in the scenery all around her.

Unexpectedly, however, Madame Dafeenah slowed her pace. Arianna turned to look at her. Her shimmering silver irises had disappeared again, replaced with solid white.

“Arianna,” Madame Dafeenah’s voice spoke with eerie calm. “Do not stop walking and pretend we are all talking about something light and uninteresting.”

Arianna hesitated a moment, confused by the odd request.

“Please, just do it. Smile a small smile and nod as if I have just said something you agree with.”

Arianna did as she was told, the urgency in Madame Dafeenah’s tone compelling her.

Smiling thinly and glancing ahead, Arianna asked, “Okay, why am I doing this exactly?”

When her gaze returned to the seer, she saw that her eyes had returned to normal. “If you trust me at all and you want to live, you’re going to have to do exactly as I say or we will all die this night.”

Her words were ominous, her tone grave. “Why? What are you?” she couldn’t help but ask.

“There’s no time to explain. You will see him. He will be a tall man dressed in black with skin deeper and darker than mine. As soon as you see him, you must kill him. He must not be given time to react,” Madame Dafeenah warned.

“What? Here? Surrounded by all these people?” Desmond said exactly what she thought.

Madame Dafeenah shot him a stern look.

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