Chapter 261 Ava: Yanking At Her

It's almost like a presence saying hello.

Thinking of that little string, I tug back. Twice.

An answering jerk. One. Two. Three

The words I just spoke drift into my head: It's like the book is alive.

Is it crazy to talk into this void in my head, in the general direction I hope the book is in?

Sure. But at least no one can see or hear me doing it.

Hello? I call out, trying to use the same mental channel I use to speak with Selene. Are you there?

Another tug on that string.

I really, really need you to come to where I am. It's safer here. Or something. How do you explain to a book that the world has gone to shit and you want to keep it from being used to create further catastrophe?

Please.

Being polite never hurts.

This time, that string-y feeling yanks, and it feels like my heart is constricted, interfering in its ability to beat.

I can't breathe. Pain explodes in my chest, radiating outward like a supernova. My lungs burn, desperate for air that won't come. The world around me blurs, sounds fading into a high-pitched buzz that fills my ears.

One second passes. An eternity compressed into a heartbeat.

Two seconds. The edges of my vision darken, reality slipping away like sand through an hourglass.

The world snaps back into focus, colors sharpening and

Are

the lingering fog in my mind. Her hand grips my shoulder, shaking me gently but insistently. I blink, trying to orient myself. We're still in the truck. Marcus is at the wheel,

out as a croak. Swallowing hard, I

in a vise, like something was trying to pull it right out of my chest. And that string, that connection to the book—it's still there, only

thrumming in my veins that's

sure?" Vanessa looks me over with a frown. "Your face went white as a sheet and you groaned like you were dying. I'm

had, hadn't I? The memory of those endless seconds without air sends a shiver down my spine. "I think

meet mine in the

Orion said. And

asks, before shaking her head. "Stupid question. How would

many questions, and so

to be careful with this. Magic books that try to yank your soul out of your body don't exactly

a point, but something in me rebels against the idea. "No, it wasn't malicious. Just desperate." I pause, surprised by my own certainty. How can I be so sure about the

of me tugs again,

you getting hurt. Maybe we

strange thrumming in my veins. It's like my body is vibrating from the inside out, a constant reminder of the magic pulsing

say to Vanessa. "We should wait until we're somewhere safe before I try contacting the book again. Too many weird things keep happening to me.

sense of self-preservation in

if I desperately want

of Lucas sends

made contact yet?" I ask, looking between Vanessa and Marcus. Hope

her head, a worried frown creasing her brow. "No, nothing yet. Vester should be able to reach

I peer out

in the back for about an hour

had passed. The realization is chilling. How

once," he admits. "But it was brief. Fleeting. Gone before

can hear the undercurrent of worry beneath her words. "We'll

anxiety churns in my gut. Too many strange things are happening around

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