Page 118 of Witch Undecided
Like he is.
Bring him to us.
He belongs.
No more fighting.
No more running.
You can be together here. Together if you join us.
I was falling, like Alice down the rabbit hole. I needed to stop but there was nothing to grab hold of. Nothing to halt my progress. A conviction bloomed in my chest that if I hit the bottom I was lost.
This thing would have me. “What are you?”
It speaks to us, still speaks. They never speak.
Should we answer?
Puppets, nothing more.
Not this one.
Not the other one.
Connected maybe?
This one is connected to more than one. Do you feel it?
Can we have them?
Not easily…not unless she takes them for us.
They were talking about my guys and Jasper. This infection, this multitude of voices, it wanted them, and it wanted to claim me and make me infect them.
Rage flared in my chest. “Fuck you!”
My descent slowed.
What is it doing?
I needed to find a nook or a foothold in the walls of this hole. “You can’t have me.”
My body jerked upward slightly, fighting the descent, and I lunged for the wall, fingers scrabbling for purchase.
How is it doing this?
It must not do this.
Join us. Be one with us.
The voice was now a croon, no longer nails on a chalkboard, more a lullaby. It stroked the back of my mind, and my grip on the nook relaxed slightly.
Fight, Cora. Rune’s voice filled my mind.For us all.
I shook off the effects of the crooning voice and slammed my body into the wall.
Go down. Down…
