Page 119 of Witch Undecided
“You wish. You’ve got to buy me dinner, take me on a few dates, and get me wet before I even consider going down.”
I began to climb.
No.
No, this can’t be happening.
Heat swelled in my chest—the power of the cosmos and something else, my own personal darkness winding up to wrap around me like a protective cocoon. “Oh, it’s happening all right.”
Pressure on my head, trying to push me down. Arms wrapping around my waist, desperate to peel me off the wall.
Fuck.
Ice trickled through my veins and morphed into cold fire. The phantom grip on me vanished, then I was shooting toward the circle of light above, propelled by a new force I didn’t understand.
NO!
The infection, the entity, the fucked-up thing trying to infest me, screamed a wretched, ragey sound.
But I was out, cradled in blinding light, wrapped in tendrils of darkness. I was out but I wasn’t. The chasm yawned below me and the screams of the infection battered against the walls of this light-filled sanctuary.
For a moment I was a child in the womb, protected and cherished, but danger was a hairbreadth away and my gut knew this wasn’t over, not yet.
There is a price, child. A sacrifice.This voice was soft and feminine.You must agree to pay it before I can help.
“Sacrifice? What kind of sacrifice.”
I will claim it when the time is right. Agree to pay it. It’s the only way I can save you.
“The only way to save me from the infection?”
Yes.
There was no other option. I wanted to live. “Then do it.”
You will burn with cold fire for a while, but when the burn stops you will be free from the draugar.
Draugar? What the—
Fire filled my veins and this time my scream made it out of my throat.
