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Clearing my throat and trying to hold back my fear, I pushed to my feet and stood on wobbly legs. I watched as she reached under the table and pulled out a clear glass ball. She set it on top of the wooden surface. Come put your hands on the ball and look inside. Look inside? How did one look inside a glass ball? I dared a glance at Cullen. His empty blue-eyed gaze hardened my resolve. No way could I leave my lover in this half-life, wandering like a zombie through the rest of his existence& not to mention that the rest of his life could be endless. I loved him too much to abandon him like that. I didn t entirely trust the white-eyed woman. She made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and shivers take permanent residence in my spine. However, as I didn t have any other choice, I had to do whatever she asked of me. After all, I couldn t fix Cullen alone, and from what the other vampires had said, only a few people knew the secret to reassembling a soul. With unsteady steps, I approached the table. Leaning down I placed my hands on the smooth glass surface and looked at the globe. It took me a moment to see anything at all but when I finally did, I tried to jerk my hands away. I panicked when my hands stayed put. I m stuck! I shouted. Cullen rushed over. He wrapped his large hands around my wrists but he couldn t pull them away either. Leave him, Cullen. He must pass the first step. What s the first step? To see if I pee my pants while fused to a glass orb? I could hear the hysterical edge to my voice, but I had no way of pulling it back. My heart pattered against my chest as if it were a trapped bird trying to escape a hungry cat. Don t be foolish, child. Focus on the globe, she snapped. As it didn t look like I had any other chance to escape the orb of evil stickiness, I took a long, calming breath and leant forward to examine the space between my hands. Mist swirled inside. Mist& like the creature who had invaded my tub last night. Is that& I couldn t finish forming the question, the idea too horrible to contemplate. www.total-e-bound.com PROTECTING HIS SOUL Amber Kell 35 The Soul Stealers, Mist People& They have many names. As long as soul-filled creatures have roamed the world, the Mist People have lived to snatch them. Why are they in the globe? I might be frightened to hell of the entities but it seemed cruel to entrap anything into a tiny glass cage. The Soul Catcher laughed. They are your test. Wha ? Before the t cleared my lips, I tumbled forward and my world turned into a grey place of shadow and mist. I was mistaken about my level of fear before. Now I knew true terror. I stepped forward, unsure of where I was going or what I was supposed to do. My footsteps echoed and I had a flashback of a movie I d seen once about Jack the Ripper. If they threw in a nineteenth-century London background and some cobblestones, the scene would be set. We meet again, Bartholomew, a familiar whispery voice spoke behind me. I whipped around. Expecting to see a shadowy face, I jumped back when confronted by the fully formed mist man. Floating above the mist-covered ground, he moved closer as I moved back a dance I was becoming oddly familiar with. His toothy smile brought the same accompanying fear as before. Bartholomew, Bartholomew. Can I call you Bart? Sure. Why the hell not? What did familiarity matter when he d more than likely rip out my soul, steal Cullen s and leave me abandoned, hollow and possibly dead in this odd world. I suspected the Soul Catcher had caught me in her little glass ball and I didn t know how the fuck to get out. Bart, I like you. He floated around me in a circle. I made sure to keep him in view the entire time. You have guts. I ve had more than one human lose his bowels when I appear out of nowhere but you kept your calm. I can t tell you how impressive I find that. Great, I impressed the terrifying mist dude. My life s path was leading directly to crazy town. Thank you, I finally managed to say. He paused long enough I figured I should say something. www.total-e-bound.com PROTECTING HIS SOUL Amber Kell 36 You re welcome and so polite, too. The Soul Catcher has a pact with us. We volunteer [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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