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Chloroform!
The drug didn’t work as fast as it did in the movies. It took a few minutes to take effect. Minutes where I stared into theslitted eyes of the snake, wondering who he was and what he wanted with me.
Until finally, darkness surrounded me.
Chapter Thirty
Mason
Jolting awake when something slammed into my nose, I jerked upright, my hands flying to my injured appendage.
“What the fuck?”
Blinking groggily, I looked around, trying to ascertain the threat level. I had been reading on the sofa, waiting for Ronen to come over after work for dinner, and I must have dozed off.
That didn’t explain why my nose and one cheekbone were throbbing. I half expected my fingers to come away bloody when I gingerly checked my sore appendage.
A book lay on the floor at my feet. One I hadn’t been reading. Picking it up, I turned it over in my hands, then glanced at the empty spot in the middle of the row of books in my case, where I knew it had been earlier.
Oreo barked in rapid succession, staring at a corner of the room, then he tucked his tail between his legs and ran up the stairs.
Guard dog, indeed.
Sitting the book down on the coffee table, I felt a chill run up my spine, as cold air surrounded me.
“Emily?”
Why the hell was I whispering, and to someone I couldn’t see? To a dead someone.
Running my hands through my hair, I laughed, ignoring the fact that it was a rather high pitched–and slightly hysterical–sound.
Noticing that the sky had darkened while I’d been waiting on Ro, I located my phone in my couch cushion next to me.
Swiping it, I saw it was almost nine. Ronen should have been here an hour ago, yet there were no missed calls or texts from him.
An odd feeling swept over me, and I knew immediately that something was wrong.
Quickly, I hit his contact information on my phone, feeling my heart pounding as I listened to it ring. And ring, and ring, before the voicemail picked up and Ronen’s crisp, no nonsense voice instructed the caller on precisely what information he expected to be left in any message if they expected a call back.
“Hey, it’s me. I dozed off but you’re not here yet. Everything okay? Call me. I miss you. And I’m hungry,” I kept my voice as lighthearted as I could, as panic crawled up my throat. “I thought we could go to the diner.”
Movement from my bookshelf had me standing stock still, my eyes wide, my hand tightening on my phone.
I couldn’t believe my eyes, as another book slowly moved forward from its spot on the shelf. Then, as if an angry hand hit the book, it came flying straight at me. I ducked in the nick of time, and it landed with a loud thud behind me.
“What the fuck!” I repeated to the empty room.
More books flew from several shelves at once, and I was dodging and hitting them with my arm. After five minutes of the craziness, I yelled, “Enough!”
To my surprise, the frenzied fury of books stopped.
“I don’t know what you want?” I whispered to the empty room. “What do you want?”
Was I actually having a one sided conversation with a…ghost? Perhaps several ghosts?
I wasn’t even honestly sure that I completely believed Ronen when he explained about his special…power? Not really. But Ronen believed it, so…sometimes you just had to accept all your mate’s…oddities.
The flurry of books started again, until I threw my hands up and bellowed, “I don't know what you want! Ronen isn’t here!”
