Page 2 of Lunar Desires
Pain pulsed in my temples, as if to remind me those complications came with the sexy, copper-skinned piece of man candy who’d entered my life rather dramatically.
He tried to leave you…
“Explain,” the inspector demanded, retrieving his portable ticket machine off the floor.
I moved forward, brushing the back of my hand against Drake’s leg. “We?—”
The bloodied mud moved, every inch of it slithering up the walls, congregating on the ceiling. It even slid off the inspector’s uniform, leaving him clean and trembling.
Uh-oh.
Laughter rolled through the carriage, the lights flickering. The January daylight outside seemed to dull, as if a dark veil drew down over the day.
Every hair on my body bristled, firmly at attention.
What now? What fresh hell would be unleashed?
“Oh, shite!” the inspector squeaked, hurrying through the door connecting the other carriage. He practically fell over himself to get away.
Didn’t blame him for running.
I took Drake’s hand, dragging him away from the pulsating pool above us. He locked his fingers with mine, squeezing with reassurance.
“Alright?” he asked.
“Not really.”
A face formed in the mud, the emaciated lines of Uncle Jonathon’s features taking shape. My feet got ready for a sharp exit, while the rest of me hungered to kill him all over again.
Painfully. I wanted to hear him scream.
Lidless eyes blazed crimson in the muddy pool, snaring me in a furious gaze. Lips appeared, spread in a malicious grin.
I called to my Tidal Pull power while swallowing a lump of fear. The green light of my witch bangle blinked on for me to use one of its three useful, High Coven approved, spells. And with cloaking potion in my system, any spell usage shouldn’t ping on the High Coven’s radar.
Fingers crossed.
“My dear, dear nephew.” My uncle’s voice crawled from the mud. “This isn’t over. We will be enjoying another family reunion. Mark my words.”
The left eye popped, mud falling from the ceiling and splattering on the floor.
“Why not now?” I countered, my anger boiling. “Let me slap you into the afterlife. For real this time.”
The right eye went next, laughter following the second splatter.
“I told you I’d see you again soon,” Jonathon retorted. “Give me a few hours.”
“Oh. So this is some sort of fake out? Got it.”
“What a mouth you have,” he said.
Whatever. This back and forth was not it. “I guess you’re not going to explain how you’re not rotting in the ground?” I offered him my best sneer.
Laughter answered me, his lips falling off. Seconds later, the rest of the mud came down. I jumped back with Drake, our hands still linked. The bloodied gunk spat across our jeans, spreading across the floor, burping more dead flower stench into our faces.
Yuck.
The train hit a tunnel with a pop, the windows rattling. I jolted from the noise, pushing myself into Drake.
