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announced themselves. P’raps here the virgins do.”
Chuckling softly, Gavin had rubbed his hands together. “I think maybe I need to meet this girl. Take me to this bowling alley.”
After the other ghosts left, Blake attempted to get up, but his arms and legs refused to cooperate. I’ve got to warn Maya! Marshalling all his will, he commanded his body to sit up.
Nothing happened.
It’s as if Gavin’s punches drained my energy.
The idea didn’t seem all that outlandish to Blake. After all, Gavin was a sorcerer, descended from a long line of even more powerful sorcerers. That was the reason Blake had followed him to New York in the first place, to keep his promise to his mother and stop Gavin from bringing the book to Boston. Technically, he’d failed at that, but he’d taken solace in knowing the danger had ended with the sinking of the Black Lady.
Until those damned scientists dragged us from our graves!
Now it looked like he might fail again. If he couldn’t keep Gavin and Maya apart, then all he’d managed to do was delay the inevitable by a couple of centuries.
I can’t let him win.
Gritting non-existent teeth, he moved his arms under his chest, and pushed with all his strength.
Chapter 8
Maya brushed cool sand off her feet and slipped her sandals back on. She’d walked the entire beach, hoping Blake would appear. Naturally, she’d seen no sign of him.
Talk about bad luck with guys. It’s not enough that I can’t make a connection with any boys in my school. Now I manage to screw things up with a ghost who hasn’t seen a girl in one hundred years. Maybe I should start dating girls, like Alison Keel from history class.
She knew that wouldn’t happen, though. The two times she’d experimented with Lucy behind the Lanes had convinced her she was totally straight, unlike some of her friends. Not that it grossed her out or anything, but the turn-on factor just hadn’t been there, even after a few wine coolers.
So, girls are out. Apparently guys are out. And now even ghosts are out. That doesn’t leave much. Maybe I should just start collecting cats, like old lady McCann down the street.
She started toward her house, then changed her mind and headed back up Main Street. One more trip past the museum, in case--
A hand came down hard on her shoulder and spun her around. Even as she started to scream, her attacker grabbed her by the shirt and threw her to the ground.
“Shut yer mouth, girl, or I’ll shut it for good.”
Maya scooted backwards as the heavy-set man approached her. A jagged scar ran across one cheek. Something moved behind him, and she realized he wasn’t alone. A second man stood there, dressed just as shabbily as his partner.
She stopped screaming and took a deep breath as the first man bent down, his hands ready to grab her. Focusing on a spot in the middle of his chest, she lashed out with one foot and then scrambled to her feet as the man let out a surprised grunt and stumbled backwards into his companion.
Rubbing his chest, the man glared at her. “Now you’re in for it, witch.” Hands raised, he lunged forward.
Maya waited until the last second before kicking again. This time she caught him on his left knee, and he cried out in pain, a scream that abruptly turned into a coughing groan when her second kick landed right in his crotch, sending him to his knees.
Turning to the second man, who was smaller and thinner, Maya shouted, “C’mon, asshole! Try me!”
The man took a step forward, and for a moment Maya thought he might really come at her. She crouched down, her lessons in blocking and kicking clear as day in her head thanks to hours of practice. Then he turned and ran around the corner, disappearing in the shadows of a tall hedge.
With the immediate danger gone, her adrenaline subsided and the realization that she’d been attacked - attacked right on Main Street! - hit her like a punch to the stomach.
What if there’s more of
Chuckling softly, Gavin had rubbed his hands together. “I think maybe I need to meet this girl. Take me to this bowling alley.”
After the other ghosts left, Blake attempted to get up, but his arms and legs refused to cooperate. I’ve got to warn Maya! Marshalling all his will, he commanded his body to sit up.
Nothing happened.
It’s as if Gavin’s punches drained my energy.
The idea didn’t seem all that outlandish to Blake. After all, Gavin was a sorcerer, descended from a long line of even more powerful sorcerers. That was the reason Blake had followed him to New York in the first place, to keep his promise to his mother and stop Gavin from bringing the book to Boston. Technically, he’d failed at that, but he’d taken solace in knowing the danger had ended with the sinking of the Black Lady.
Until those damned scientists dragged us from our graves!
Now it looked like he might fail again. If he couldn’t keep Gavin and Maya apart, then all he’d managed to do was delay the inevitable by a couple of centuries.
I can’t let him win.
Gritting non-existent teeth, he moved his arms under his chest, and pushed with all his strength.
Chapter 8
Maya brushed cool sand off her feet and slipped her sandals back on. She’d walked the entire beach, hoping Blake would appear. Naturally, she’d seen no sign of him.
Talk about bad luck with guys. It’s not enough that I can’t make a connection with any boys in my school. Now I manage to screw things up with a ghost who hasn’t seen a girl in one hundred years. Maybe I should start dating girls, like Alison Keel from history class.
She knew that wouldn’t happen, though. The two times she’d experimented with Lucy behind the Lanes had convinced her she was totally straight, unlike some of her friends. Not that it grossed her out or anything, but the turn-on factor just hadn’t been there, even after a few wine coolers.
So, girls are out. Apparently guys are out. And now even ghosts are out. That doesn’t leave much. Maybe I should just start collecting cats, like old lady McCann down the street.
She started toward her house, then changed her mind and headed back up Main Street. One more trip past the museum, in case--
A hand came down hard on her shoulder and spun her around. Even as she started to scream, her attacker grabbed her by the shirt and threw her to the ground.
“Shut yer mouth, girl, or I’ll shut it for good.”
Maya scooted backwards as the heavy-set man approached her. A jagged scar ran across one cheek. Something moved behind him, and she realized he wasn’t alone. A second man stood there, dressed just as shabbily as his partner.
She stopped screaming and took a deep breath as the first man bent down, his hands ready to grab her. Focusing on a spot in the middle of his chest, she lashed out with one foot and then scrambled to her feet as the man let out a surprised grunt and stumbled backwards into his companion.
Rubbing his chest, the man glared at her. “Now you’re in for it, witch.” Hands raised, he lunged forward.
Maya waited until the last second before kicking again. This time she caught him on his left knee, and he cried out in pain, a scream that abruptly turned into a coughing groan when her second kick landed right in his crotch, sending him to his knees.
Turning to the second man, who was smaller and thinner, Maya shouted, “C’mon, asshole! Try me!”
The man took a step forward, and for a moment Maya thought he might really come at her. She crouched down, her lessons in blocking and kicking clear as day in her head thanks to hours of practice. Then he turned and ran around the corner, disappearing in the shadows of a tall hedge.
With the immediate danger gone, her adrenaline subsided and the realization that she’d been attacked - attacked right on Main Street! - hit her like a punch to the stomach.
What if there’s more of
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