Page 52 of Stone Seduction
Great.
Combing back my auburn hair, I left it to dry naturally and waited. And waited. And waited.
The hour slithered as slowly as a snail, leaving me to languish in thoughts of Asher’s wellbeing, Billy, Seth, and the distant powers buried under a pile of magical suppressant.
Thankfully, no icy visions or visits to Ember helped pass the time. I’d take being anxious and bored over those.
The human servant returned with orders to follow her down to street level. I did, grabbing the jacket. We passed the creepy platform with the army of gargoyle statues separating the main tower from the stone escalators before using those moving stairs, meeting a gargoyle knight at the bottom.
All very annoying.
The gargoyle didn’t offer me her name or one ounce of friendliness. She simply informed me she’d be flying me to a secret location, and to wear the blindfold she dangled off her left pinky finger.
“Oh,” I answered, going to take it.
Misery Guts handed it to the servant instead.
“Make sure you do it properly,” she warned the human.
“Of course.”
She fixed it on super tight, the black cloth blocking out all light.
“If it falls off, I’ll make sure Seth knows,” Misery Guts said.
“I would never do anything to displease the most gracious Weaver Seth.”
I rolled my eyes under the blindfold.
A colony of ants ran riot in my stomach, the critters secreting apprehension.
Misery Guts grabbed me. “Three. Two. One.”
Wow. I didn’t expect a countdown.
The gargoyle took off, whizzing to God only knew where.
“Asher?”
Still nothing. The itch was gone now, but my anguish clung to me like a leech.
Damn this. Damn Seth. He loved keeping us apart.
I wasn’t sure how long the flight would last, but something told me we’d be leaving Brinecrest.
Once inside some mystery building,the blindfold came off, revealing a huge chrome room. Almost factory sized, completely sterile and cold and foreboding.
Seth and Luna stood to my right, Billy behind them.
“Where—”
“Goodbye, Zara,” Seth told my personal stony jet.
I waited for her to leave before trying again. “Where are we?”
Seth strode toward me, draped in a gold fur coat, the hem brushing the floor.
“Secret location,” he answered, lighting up a joint. “Don’t you understand?”
