Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 122946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 615(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 615(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
“I’m okay.” I cringed when I heard the scream again, and she appeared in front of Theseus.
“Druella, talk to her,” Sigbjørn’s voice came to him. “You’re the only one who can see and touch her. Help her.”
What?
I looked around with my hands on my ears. The rest of the family was now here, staring wide-eyed at me. None of them were affected by the screaming; none of them were even sure what the hell was going on. So, they could only stare at me. Finally, when my gaze locked on Sigbjørn who was watching me—no reading my thoughts like a live video—I shook my head.
“Help her!” I hollered loudly as I couldn’t even hear myself. “She’s trying to kill me or make me deaf. I’m not sure she’s picked yet!”
“Druella.” His tone sounded exactly like a father about to give a kid a time out if they didn’t behave.
Frowning, I turned to the woman still hollering; however, now she was hitting Theseus. Theseus didn’t seem to notice at all, but she kept yelling and hitting him as hard as she could.
“He can’t hear you, Elisa-Maria!” I shouted at her. Apparently, only I was so freaking lucky.
At her name, she turned to me, and thankfully, her screaming ended. I tried to smile and put up my hands, hoping that would calm her down.
“Can we talk—”
One again, her hands went around my throat. My feet dragged against the floor before my body was thrown against another bookcase, and then I fell. My hands started to tingle, and the sparks came to my fingertips. Pushing myself off the ground, I blew the hair from my face and turned to her.
“I tried it Dad’s way.” I shook with rage. “But since you don’t want to listen, let me warn you. If you attack me again, I’m going to figure out how to summon your talentless, crazy, murderous husband, and you both can duke it out in hell, for all I care!”
My hand sparked like fireworks, and she took a step back. There was a moment of clarity just like when she was strangling me, and in her eyes, the anger and pain were gone. In its place was one single emotion—fear. The moment I saw it, I dropped my hands, guilt washing over me. I just used a battered woman’s husband as a threat against her.
“Sorry—”
She was directly in my face again. Before I lifted my hands, she spoke for the first time. “S- summon him.”
What was I now?
Vampire.
Witch.
And Jerry Springer?
Chapter 28
Her face was far too close for comfort.
“Summon him,” she demanded again; however, I couldn’t help but look at her neck. Something was there, but I couldn’t see it clearly. “Summon him.”
“And what happens then?” I asked her. “Are you both going to toss me around?”
“Summon him. Now!”
“How about I just send you to him!” I snapped. I was getting yelled at by a ghost. It wasn’t even like I knew how to do for either of them.
She shook violently.
“Use your words!” I yelled at her, mentally preparing myself to end up at some other corner of the library.
“Summon him.”
Fine. If she wanted to be stubborn, so could I. “I’ll send you to him—”
“No!” she screamed, and I flinched again and glared at her.
“One of you is already annoying, let alone having two of you! Especially the murderer of the two!”
“He’s not a murderer!” she screamed and flung me to the side.
I wasn’t sure if it was because I was bracing for it, or if she was getting weaker, but I didn’t go flying. I only stumbled to my left a bit.
Catching myself, I let out another groan of annoyance. At least she was talking. I just needed to keep her talking until God knew when. “I’m not an expert on nineteenth-century law, but I’m pretty sure strangling your wife is murder.”
“Mistake. Mistake.” She kept repeating, and once again, I saw something around her neck.
“He mistakenly strangled you?” I stood up straighter, and this time, I looked over like she was crazy. “How?”
She opened to answer than shook her head. “Mistake!”
“How?”
She screamed, and I was so freaking sick of it, I shouted back. I screamed as loudly as I could until I couldn’t hear her and stopped myself.
“I can shout, too!” I snapped at her. “I can shriek for the rest of eternity. You and I can make a contest out of it if you like!”
“Mistake!” she shot back again.
“It was not!” I hollered. “And you know that, which is why you started to screech! You don’t know how it was a mistake; you just want it to be one!” The moment the words came out of my mouth, I paused. All the days and years I had spent reading romance novels and fiction came to my mind, along with my own moment of clarity. “You still love him?” I said, and her eyes widened when she opened her mouth to scream. I held out my hand to her. “Don’t you dare!”