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voice cut through the fog.
Cold pressure covered Fina’s mouth. She tied to open her jaw, but the icy hand held in her words. Fina concentrated on Catherine, wanting her to leave and quickly.
“Always the coin with you.”
Whose voice was that? Fina strained to try to get a look at the man. Scuffed brown boots with black laces walked along the edge of the mattress.
“If you don’t want to pay, then don’t waste my time. I have others who would be glad to have access to my body and my husband’s designs.”
Coins jingled. “Here. This etching better be sounder than the last.”
“Make haste as he is only down the hall.”
Her skirts rustled, and then Catherine’s long dress and shoes blocked part of Fina’s view. The man’s boots tucked up behind Catherine’s. A moan came from him.
Catherine sold her pa’s work and herself for coin. Fina’s heart sank to her stomach. How dare she. Pressure built in her mouth, and she narrowed her eyes, fighting the urge to breathe fire all over the room.
How long had Catherine been betraying her father?
“That’s a nice wet pussy for me,” the man said, and the bed shook repeatedly above her.
No. The sides of her cheeks swelled out. She needed to get out of here quickly. The fog held her tighter. Her skin prickled with cold heat. She wiggled and squirmed but could not move. She needed the fire. To let the flame burst out and burn the fog away, then run. But to where? Her heart hammered, and her chin trembled. She couldn’t breathe. She jerked her head to the side, trying to dislodge the frosted grasp.
“Wish where you want to be,” Carmen’s voice rang.
She wished to be anywhere but here. Even with Carmen in her damned hell. The window shimmered under the bed, and there, in the bright light, darkness loomed. Nothing but darkness. An eerie cold, as if the temperature dropped well below freezing point, seeped out of the light. Fina shivered, but the pressure in her cheeks had not diminished. She could not control the fire in her mouth, but she needed to dislodge this thing that held her. She stared at the black, glimmering window.
White eyes squinted, then vanished. The bars of a cage a shade lighter than the black of night shimmered.
The eyes came closer to her. “Do not come here.” Carmen’s voice rang in her ears. “If you do, you will not be able to use your magic and leave.”
Fina closed her eyes. She needed to get out of this house. Her stomach roiled, and she could not keep her mouth clamped shut. Fire spilled out of her mouth. The cold clamp released, and flames burst into the room. The note caught and curled up into cinders on the wood floor. Catherine’s skirts smoldered next.
No, no, no, no.
The black mist clawed at her as it convulsed in pain. She crunched herself up and let another burst of flame go from her mouth, directly at it.
I wish to be back at the hotel.
Carmen’s dark cell window closed, and then a new window opened, filled with warmth and light. Fina rolled into the light and out into the hotel room. Large arched windows let in the night… The yellow-and-blue blanket covered the four-poster bed. She’d burned her sleeves in this room.
Madoc’s room.
The dark mist skittered into the room before the window closed. A loud, agonizing screech filled the air. The dark fog floated straight up to the ceiling and filtered out a crack in the windows. She closed her eyes and inhaled deep. Nothing could calm her. She opened her eyes, glanced around and pushed up to sitting. What had she just done? The fire. Her chest tightened. Her pa. Catherine. Her home. The shop!
“Good evening.”
She jerked her attention to the doorway. The short, fair-haired man who had handed her the package on the street stood in the archway to the parlor. “Did you have a smooth journey?” He offered his hand.
She grasped his thick hand and pulled herself up to her feet. “No. The worst. Who are you?”
“Madoc and his brothers call me Hudson.
Cold pressure covered Fina’s mouth. She tied to open her jaw, but the icy hand held in her words. Fina concentrated on Catherine, wanting her to leave and quickly.
“Always the coin with you.”
Whose voice was that? Fina strained to try to get a look at the man. Scuffed brown boots with black laces walked along the edge of the mattress.
“If you don’t want to pay, then don’t waste my time. I have others who would be glad to have access to my body and my husband’s designs.”
Coins jingled. “Here. This etching better be sounder than the last.”
“Make haste as he is only down the hall.”
Her skirts rustled, and then Catherine’s long dress and shoes blocked part of Fina’s view. The man’s boots tucked up behind Catherine’s. A moan came from him.
Catherine sold her pa’s work and herself for coin. Fina’s heart sank to her stomach. How dare she. Pressure built in her mouth, and she narrowed her eyes, fighting the urge to breathe fire all over the room.
How long had Catherine been betraying her father?
“That’s a nice wet pussy for me,” the man said, and the bed shook repeatedly above her.
No. The sides of her cheeks swelled out. She needed to get out of here quickly. The fog held her tighter. Her skin prickled with cold heat. She wiggled and squirmed but could not move. She needed the fire. To let the flame burst out and burn the fog away, then run. But to where? Her heart hammered, and her chin trembled. She couldn’t breathe. She jerked her head to the side, trying to dislodge the frosted grasp.
“Wish where you want to be,” Carmen’s voice rang.
She wished to be anywhere but here. Even with Carmen in her damned hell. The window shimmered under the bed, and there, in the bright light, darkness loomed. Nothing but darkness. An eerie cold, as if the temperature dropped well below freezing point, seeped out of the light. Fina shivered, but the pressure in her cheeks had not diminished. She could not control the fire in her mouth, but she needed to dislodge this thing that held her. She stared at the black, glimmering window.
White eyes squinted, then vanished. The bars of a cage a shade lighter than the black of night shimmered.
The eyes came closer to her. “Do not come here.” Carmen’s voice rang in her ears. “If you do, you will not be able to use your magic and leave.”
Fina closed her eyes. She needed to get out of this house. Her stomach roiled, and she could not keep her mouth clamped shut. Fire spilled out of her mouth. The cold clamp released, and flames burst into the room. The note caught and curled up into cinders on the wood floor. Catherine’s skirts smoldered next.
No, no, no, no.
The black mist clawed at her as it convulsed in pain. She crunched herself up and let another burst of flame go from her mouth, directly at it.
I wish to be back at the hotel.
Carmen’s dark cell window closed, and then a new window opened, filled with warmth and light. Fina rolled into the light and out into the hotel room. Large arched windows let in the night… The yellow-and-blue blanket covered the four-poster bed. She’d burned her sleeves in this room.
Madoc’s room.
The dark mist skittered into the room before the window closed. A loud, agonizing screech filled the air. The dark fog floated straight up to the ceiling and filtered out a crack in the windows. She closed her eyes and inhaled deep. Nothing could calm her. She opened her eyes, glanced around and pushed up to sitting. What had she just done? The fire. Her chest tightened. Her pa. Catherine. Her home. The shop!
“Good evening.”
She jerked her attention to the doorway. The short, fair-haired man who had handed her the package on the street stood in the archway to the parlor. “Did you have a smooth journey?” He offered his hand.
She grasped his thick hand and pulled herself up to her feet. “No. The worst. Who are you?”
“Madoc and his brothers call me Hudson.
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