Kat desperately wanted to believe, but at the same time, something was drumming at the back of her head.
It was her sense of foreboding, calling at her like a background hum.
However, she didn't to feel that anymore. For the first time in a long time—probably since t
"Shit," was all Kat could say, and in her opinion, the word summed up the entire situation perfectly.And this was even before a hand—pale, slender, ridden with all sorts of rings—poked through the gap in the door and started fumbling around. To accompany this visual, a muffled, detached sort of female voice began to echo from from the other side, crooning, "Open the door. I need to talk to you."The worst thing was, Kat felt a strong need to obey.She stepped forward, her temples pulsing as she got torn between what she wanted to do and what she was supposed to do. Her hand gravitated towards the doorknob, but Calix deflected her outstretched arm, pulled her aside, and rammed the door with his shoulder.Slam. The impact of his body hitting wood seemed to shake the entire hallway, but the hand didn't disappear. The door didn't even close one bit. The voice was still there, coaxing to be let in. To top it off, long thick hair began to slide thr
The double doors of the house was as fancy as the rest of it. Thick mahogany, brass knobs polished to perfection, and two panels of the most intricate stained glass art depicting the baptism of Jesus Christ.It was the grandest opening to a residence Kat had ever seen, but the fact that they were slightly ajar made her stomach constrict with apprehension.She hesitated as they reached the doorstep, glancing back at the unconscious (or possibly dead) men behind her and growing more and more uncertain by the second. The front entrance being left open and unattended could mean that this whole thing was a trap, and whoever was inside was confident about taking down any intruder.And God knew she didn't want to be taken down like that.Gulping audibly, Kat turned to Calix to suggest yet another cowardly way of going inside the mansion, but he was already pushing his way inside as though he owned the place."If something happens to me, just run," he told
Despite growing up with no body of water in her immediate vicinity, Kat had always been a good swimmer. Edeline had taught her at a young age, back when she'd still been in a state well enough to do some activities.And Kat had absorbed all those lessons well. She'd even learned how to surf. Being around, in, or under water had never scared her before.At least not until now.The pool wasn't deep; it was seven feet deep at best. However, as the water whooshed in her ears and pushed her deeper into the pool, she found herself unable to
Kat didn't know the answer. She refused to find out. Not now. Not any sooner.And yet even with Samuel long gone, even with the gateway to Hell closed and away from them, the only thing she could think about was his question and how everything might just be a quest to find an answer.By the time she and Calix exited the Egyptian gateway and busted out into the front steps of the mansion, the bound men on the stairs and on the lawn were no longer there. Instead of taking that as a good sign, they just ran to the gate as fast as they could and boarded into the truck without a word to each other.
No. That couldn't be. The medallion couldn't be the only thing sustaining Kat. She couldn't possibly this dependent on a piece of magical jewelry with no clear origin and no concrete rule about how it worked.There must be an explanation, she told herself firmly as she leaned against the side of the tub. Surely this wasn't the truth.But hadn't she just basically withered and gotten suffocated the moment she'd let go of the medallion? Hadn't
For a moment Calix couldn't believe his ears. Even as Kat recoiled with a hand on her mouth, he was still pretty certain that he hadn't heard Thisbe correctly.He leaned closer to the mirror. "What?""A traitor, Calix," Thisbe repeated through gritted teeth. "Come here una
Calix would openly admit that when it came to humans and the stuff they did, he could be completely clueless. However, he would also proudly announce that he knew Kat wasn't happy.She wasn't even remotely alright, no matter how many times she assured she was. The past couple of days had proved that.
The civil, formal, and detached version of Calix was way worse than any post-argument treatment Kat had ever experienced, and that was saying a lot.Even now, after a couple of hours had passed, she still couldn't believe how quickly everything had gotten out of hand. It was a marvel, really, how she'd managed to destroy their bond in one blow. Now, he was giving her exactly what she'd asked for, which was space, and she hated every single moment of it. His curt, aloof manner not only translated into direct stabs to her heart, but also fuels to her already heightened anxiety about the wedding.Oh, God. The wedding.The thought of it alone made her whole body tingle with both anticipation and dread.Anticipation because she would see all her friends again, and dread because they all probably thought she was gone for good. Imagine having received an invitation a month late. A month. She wouldn't actually be surprised if they replaced her already—"Fuck," Kat blurted out, dropping her for