Page 206 of A Curse On Black Lake
“I’m sure it hasn’t. Come on,” he says, gesturing.
The front door is locked. There’s no way I could get in the house before Eddy catches up to me, and the car keys are currently in his hands. I could get down to the barns, but even then I don’t know if I could get a horse in time.
All I know is, this feels wrong, and Eddy has something to do with it.
I look towards the hill. It’s worth going for it. Maybe Sunny can help me out and kick Eddy in the face.
“Eliana, please don’t make me ask again.”
“But why are you asking?” I take a step towards the hill that goes down to the barns.
“Come on, you’re not stupid. You’re one of the smartest people I know,” he says with a triumphant grin.
My skin gets cold, and the sour taste of fear fills my mouth.
I guess it’s not Wyatt.
“It’s you,” I whisper.
The Spirits go silent.
I’ve never seen a face of evil before. But Eddy’s features transform before my eyes. His sweet disposition disappears, and his eyes go dark. He stares at me with terrifying, deadly intent.
“You can run, my love, but there is no place you can go that I wouldn’t find you,” he says, tilting his head like a predator to prey.
“What do you want with me?” I ask him, legs itching to run.
“I want you to cooperate, and then this will all be over,” he says.
“What does that mean?”
“It means I will make sure Killian doesn’t leave that jail cell alive if you don’t come with menow.”
“Why?” I scream.
“Because you’re mine!” he roars, and rushes me, grabbing my throat and squeezing so hard my feet lift off the ground.
I gasp for air, scratching at his arm, but he doesn’t budge. Edward is not the small boy I used to play with anymore. He’s a grown man with an extra hundred pounds on me.
“Please,” I rasp, my vision starting to tunnel.
His hand loosens, and I fall to my knees coughing, trying to get my bearings, but he grabs my arm, pulling me to my feet, forcing me towards the lake.
Black Lake curves around Killian’s property, and there’s a section closer, about two or so acres from the house.
I try to jerk out of his grasp, but he yanks me back, nearly pulling my shoulder out of its socket, and he cuffs my arms behind my back.
“Where the hell did you get handcuffs?”
“I’ve been preparing for you for a long time, Eliana. I knew you’d fight me. As you should, but because I know you well, I’ve prepared and planned for every possible outcome when it comes to you,” he says.
I glance at him over my shoulder and try to take a step to the side. Maybe if I can get him to think I’m cooperating, I can run.
“What was there to plan for? I don’t understand what this is all about?”
“You’ll understand when we get there.”
“Eddy, please, I’m begging you. Whatever your plan is, we can talk. We’re friends, right?”
