This Curse - By Alisha Basso Page 0,52
quickly everyone got out of his way.
I tried to keep up but my stubby feet and short legs were not conducive to any type of hot pursuit and sadly neither were Jamie’s.
“Great disguises,” she puffed as she ran beside me; sweat trickled down her sideburns and into her beard. “We’re never going to catch him, he’s going to get away, and then we’ll be screwed!”
“This isn’t helping, James.” I had to stop and catch my breath. Lucian was so far ahead he appeared smaller.
“We can’t lose him,” she panted to a stop beside me. “He could be leading us straight to Seth!”
“He is I can feel it.” I breathed, my little lungs struggling to suck in more air than they were capable of. “Seth’s mind is crystal clear. Maybe I can zoom in better. Hang on.” I closed my eyes, “Yeah. He’s here.” I puffed out. My breathing slowly returned to normal. Seth’s thoughts were firmly inside my mind. They were coherent and pretty darn angry.
I tired to communicate around the fog of fury whispering as calmly as I could. Seth, please, calm down. I’m here. Do you know where you are? I could feel his rage.
Grace, what are you doing, you foolish woman? Do you realize what is going to happen to you if he discovers you are here?
Wait a minute! We’re here to rescue you, you ass! And who the hell is he? Voltaire? Please. We already know he’s possessing Lucian.
“Hurry it up, Yolanda.” Jamie's voice was a tiny squeak at the back of my awareness. I was pressed against a wall while she used her body to shield me from anything that might want to take advantage of my trance like state.
No, Sweet. Seth’s voice echoed in my mind. Not Voltaire. I am afraid you have made a much bigger mistake than you could ever have imagined.
A searing hot flash followed by a bright light shot through my mind. I shuddered as goose flesh broke out all along my arms and tickled down my neck. I sucked in my breath and then the connection to Seth was severed.
“I don’t know what just happened but we have to run!” I snatched Jamie’s hand and took off down the hall.
SEVENTEEN
“It’s pink? The door is pink?” I snorted at the gateway to unimaginable horrors. “What is it with this place?”
Jamie looked like a bed sheet, she had gone so completely pale.
“What?” I chuckled. “This is a joke, right?”
“They say that if it looks sweet in Hell then run as fast as you can in the other direction. Smoke and mirrors, remember?” She took a small step back.
I turned, examining the entrance with new respect. I was so out of my league. I had no idea what I was doing and I was dragging Jamie along for the ride. “I am so sick of this!” I threw my hands in the air, “We’ve come too far! I’m going in. Rub your stone Jamie.” I turned to her and grabbed her arms. I knew that this was going to get bad. She had done enough. It was selfish and stupid to risk her safety any further. “Rub the stone and go home. Staying here is madness!” I frowned at her, willing her to listen.
She snapped her attention to me and glared, color flooded her ashen complexion. “I’ll have you know that my brother is behind that door and I’ll be damned if I’m letting you order me outta’ here!” She was angry; her little body was shaking with fury. Good, I thought. Better fury than fear.
I smiled. “Alright you hairy little spitfire, but only if you’re absolutely sure.” I looked deep into her eyes, waiting for doubt to reveal itself. When none did, I backed off.
“Open the door.” She placed her hands on my shoulders and spun me around. She kept one steadying hand on my arm as I reached for the knob.
It turned easily. “Well, that wasn’t so ba…” My feet were jerked from the floor and my arms flew backward like twigs as a vacuum of screaming wind sucked me into the cavernous room beyond the innocent looking door.
I was screaming when I opened my eyes. “Holy, hell!” I croaked, as I tried to force my body to move. I managed to lean a little on my elbow when a screech flew from my mouth. My body rose off of the ground then I was slammed hard into the cold, solid surface of a wall. A painful grunt echoed off