Read Online Danville Horror: A Pat Wyatt Novel (The Pat Wyatt Series Book 3) by Laura Del - Free Book Online

samples of the centerpieces. They’re in my trunk and a bit heavy.”
    “No problem,” Andrew replied with keenness and rushed out with Cindy and me trailing behind.
    Once we got all three arrangements in the house, Cindy decided to take them out of their boxes and look at them, just to see which one she liked best. “I don’t know,” she sighed as she pulled the last one out, placing it on the kitchen median. “I just don’t know. What do you think, Pat?”
    “I’m not very good at with flowers, Cindy.” The fact of the matter was they all looked sort of the same to me. The first had white roses with sparkly snowflakes, the second was white roses with white and silver trim around the bowl, and the last one was just plain white roses.
    “Well, I think this one’s…” her voice trailed off, and she looked mesmerized.
    “Cindy,” Andrew yelled, taking the flowers with the snowflakes and chucking them out the sliding glass doors that led to the backyard. Cindy immediately collapsed, but before she hit the floor, Andrew caught her.
    “What the hell was that?” I asked as he picked her up.
    “Where should I put her?” he breathed.
    “Couch,” I replied, and he walked down the hall and into the living room. When he came back, I repeated, “What the hell was that, Andrew?”
    He huffed in frustration. “Someone put a curse on the flowers.”
    “What? Who?”
    He shrugged. “It was too blurry, I don’t know.”
    My heart began to race. “Do you think it has anything to do with earlier?”
    He grimaced. “Maybe. I’m not sure.”
    There was a flash of lightening, and the already gray sky grew so dark that it looked like night. Andrew had forgotten to close the back door all the way, and before either one of us could reach it, Samuel was standing outside the doorway. His ice blue eyes stared into mine as he smirked at me. He wore his usual all black, making him look even more menacing in the dim light.
    “We need to talk,” he said, his deep voice making me shiver. “Now.”
    “Whoa,” Andrew breathed, “I’m psychic, and even I didn’t see that one comin’.”
    I glared at Samuel. “I did.”
    “I need to speak with you,” Samuel said, this time he sounded angry, all traces of a smile gone from his face.
    “I heard you before, Samuel,” I hissed. “There’s no need to get huffy with me.”
    “Well, maybe if you did what you were told the first time—”
    “You son-of-a-bitch,” Andrew yelled at him, but I put my hand up.
    “Andrew,” I sighed, “I got this. Just see if Cindy is okay, all right?” He nodded, leaving Samuel and me alone. Walking out into the backyard, I closed the door behind me for more privacy. “What?” I asked him as he backed away from me. His caramel colored skin looked a bit pale, and his black hair was disheveled, but other than that, he looked like the same pain in the ass as usual.
    “Kathryn sent me to tell you something,” he whispered as if anyone could hear us.
    “What? That she put a curse on the flowers Cindy just got?”
    “I beg your pardon? I do not know what you are talking about.”
    “Sure you don’t,” I huffed. “And I have fairy wings and a pink tutu.”
    “And I would love to see them,” he replied, smirking again, “but now is not the time for jokes. This is important, Patricia.” He grabbed hold of my left wrist, and I tried to pull away, but he was too strong.
    “Let go of me, Samuel,” I screamed at him.
    He shook his head, his grip tightening. “You must hear what I have to say first.”
    I tried to pull my hand away again, but his grip was like a vice, and I sneered as pain shot up my arm through to my neck. “You’re hurting me, Samuel.”
    “I am not letting go,” he growled.
    “Fine,” I breathed, trying to keep the pain out of my voice. “What is it?”
    “You are not safe,” he replied, staring into my eyes. It always seemed as though he was looking into my soul when he did that, and I hated it.
    “Why