The Gathering: Arianna Rose, #2 by Jennifer Martucci & Christopher Martucci

Author:Jennifer Martucci & Christopher Martucci
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: occult, supernatural, horror, paranormal romance, teen paranormal romance, witches, witchcraft, dark fantasy, urban fantasy, fantasy, scary, angels, demons, teen fiction, young adult romance, new adult fiction, free young adult paranormal romance, young adult love and romance
Publisher: Jennifer Martucci
Published: 2017-07-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

ARIANNA BOLTED UPRIGHT, startled from a nightmare. Sweat beaded her brow and dampened her hair, and her face was wet as if she’d been crying.

The night before had been so horrific, she doubted anything could top it, yet her dream had, and it left her with a feeling of dread so potent, her chest actually ached. She shivered and drew her knees to her chest and realized she’d fallen asleep in the clothes she’d worn to the party the night before. Dirt and dried leaves were littered in her bed, marring the pristine white of her comforter and sheets. She shook her head and nearly laughed at the notion of concerning herself with something as trivial as dirty bedding, not after everything she’d been through.

In recent weeks, she’d been exposed to more violence and bloodshed than she felt capable of coping with. Last night had been no exception during both her waking and sleeping hours.

She’d expected to toss and turn rather than sleep, tormented by images of Sarah and the others moving like puppets for the twisted entertainment of Scott and his friends. But she had not. After she’d taken a cab from Jettison to her house, she’d collapsed into her bed and fallen asleep immediately. Only instead of being plagued by images of a branch-wielding Sarah, another more nefarious boogeyman had appeared.

Hours earlier, she would have though it impossible to conjure something in her sleeping brain more despicable than what she’d seen at the party, but she had. And while the details of her dream were beginning to fade, the feelings they’d brought forth remained razor-sharp in their clarity.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as images swirled disjointedly through her mind. As she did, the sensation of being crushed began to overwhelm her.

Weight, overpowering and devastating, settled deep in her core, crushing and slaying everything in its wake. She could not breathe. Her lungs felt as though they refused to fill and remained frozen, like blocks of ice so cold their chill burned. Her hands instinctively went to her throat and she tried to speak, but could not. Her voice, her words, had been immobilized, suspended deep within a yawning pit of frost. A sound rumbled. Deep and throaty, it echoed like a vicious snarl, but was muddled and slightly distorted, as if she were hearing them from the bottom of an endless sea.

Arianna gasped for breath several times. She felt her ribs ache and her lungs burn, frantically clinging to meager threads of air slipping down a collapsing windpipe. Although rationally, she knew she sat on her bed, out of harm’s way for the moment, her body responded as if she were experiencing it in that moment. She released her legs and tugged at the collar of her shirt before frantically tearing her clothes from her body.

She yanked her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor then began pulling her jeans down past her hips to her knees before kicking them off, too.

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