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Authors: Christine Feehan
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chilled her to her bones.
“Stop shaking, Kate. It’s gas. It happens all the time in these old vents.” Matt couldn’t bear that she was so frightened. “We find pockets all over the place. You haven’t gone into the tunnel, have you? That could have all sorts of gas pockets as well as cave-ins.”
“Have you ever seen gas do that? Travel around the room?”
“We’re getting some kind of wind off the ocean, Kate. Can’t you feel the draft in here? It’s very strong.”
“I have to take a look at those symbols, Matthew. I think something was sealed beneath that lid, and the earthquake disturbed it.” She knew she sounded utterly ridiculous. She probably appeared a crackpot to him, but she was certain she was right. Something had slid out of that vent, something not meant to inhabit the world.
Matt studied her serious face, the fear in her eyes. “Let me make certain it’s safe, Kate.” He gently set her aside and made his way across the uneven dirt floor to the crumbling rock lid.
“Be careful, Matthew.” When he looked at her, she wished she’d kept her mouth shut. She was sounding more and more paranoid.
He sniffed the air cautiously. The odor was foul, but he could breathe easily without coughing. “I think it’s safe enough, Kate. I’m not keeling over, and I don’t feel faint. I don’t know what the hell you think just happened, but if it has you so afraid, I’m going to believe it. Jonas says never to doubt any of you Drakes.”
She was grateful that he was trying to understand, but she knew he couldn’t. Kate ducked her head, avoiding his gaze, afraid to see the way he was looking at her. She sank down beside the lid and dusted lightly with her fingers, afraid of crumbling the old rock even more.
Matt waited silently as long as he could. There was the sound of the sea booming in the background. The echo of it pounded off the walls eerily. “Does it mean anything to you?” He tried to keep impatience from his voice when all he wanted to do was snatch Kate up and carry her out of the place.
Kate peered closer to decipher the words. Seven sisters. Seven Drake sisters. Her ancestors. They had bound something to earth, committed its spirit to the vent hole to protect something. She couldn’t read it exactly as parts of the letters were smashed and worn away, but she was afraid it was the townspeople who needed to be protected. She could also make out something to do with Christmas and fire and one who would be born who could bring peace. Kate looked up at Matt. There was no way to hide the terror in her eyes, and she didn’t bother to try. “I need to go home right now.”
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Chapter
4
A wreath of holly meant to greet
Looks much better tossed in the street
Matt sat in his car with the heater running and his favorite CD playing low. Joley Drake’s unique, sultry voice had taken her up the charts fast. He loved this particular collection, usually finding it soothing, but it wasn’t doing him any good now. He gripped the steering wheel and stared up at the blazing lights of the Christmas tree in front of the cliff house. The fog was beginning to roll in off the sea, stretching white fingers toward land and the house he was watching. There were no electric lights in the windows, yet he could see the flicker of candlelight and an occasional shadow as one of the Drake sisters moved past the glass.
The passenger door jerked open, and Jonas Harrington slid into the seat beside Matt, shutting the door against the cold.
“Dammit, Jonas, you scared the hell out of me!” Matt snapped. He hadn’t realized just how jumpy he was until Jonas had pulled the door open.
“Sorry about that.” Jonas sounded as pleasant as ever. Too pleasant. Matt turned his head to look at his childhood friend. “What are you doing out here? It’s cold, and the fog’s coming in. You aren’t stalking our Kate, are you?”
Matt studied his friend’s face. He was smiling, looking amicable,
“Stop shaking, Kate. It’s gas. It happens all the time in these old vents.” Matt couldn’t bear that she was so frightened. “We find pockets all over the place. You haven’t gone into the tunnel, have you? That could have all sorts of gas pockets as well as cave-ins.”
“Have you ever seen gas do that? Travel around the room?”
“We’re getting some kind of wind off the ocean, Kate. Can’t you feel the draft in here? It’s very strong.”
“I have to take a look at those symbols, Matthew. I think something was sealed beneath that lid, and the earthquake disturbed it.” She knew she sounded utterly ridiculous. She probably appeared a crackpot to him, but she was certain she was right. Something had slid out of that vent, something not meant to inhabit the world.
Matt studied her serious face, the fear in her eyes. “Let me make certain it’s safe, Kate.” He gently set her aside and made his way across the uneven dirt floor to the crumbling rock lid.
“Be careful, Matthew.” When he looked at her, she wished she’d kept her mouth shut. She was sounding more and more paranoid.
He sniffed the air cautiously. The odor was foul, but he could breathe easily without coughing. “I think it’s safe enough, Kate. I’m not keeling over, and I don’t feel faint. I don’t know what the hell you think just happened, but if it has you so afraid, I’m going to believe it. Jonas says never to doubt any of you Drakes.”
She was grateful that he was trying to understand, but she knew he couldn’t. Kate ducked her head, avoiding his gaze, afraid to see the way he was looking at her. She sank down beside the lid and dusted lightly with her fingers, afraid of crumbling the old rock even more.
Matt waited silently as long as he could. There was the sound of the sea booming in the background. The echo of it pounded off the walls eerily. “Does it mean anything to you?” He tried to keep impatience from his voice when all he wanted to do was snatch Kate up and carry her out of the place.
Kate peered closer to decipher the words. Seven sisters. Seven Drake sisters. Her ancestors. They had bound something to earth, committed its spirit to the vent hole to protect something. She couldn’t read it exactly as parts of the letters were smashed and worn away, but she was afraid it was the townspeople who needed to be protected. She could also make out something to do with Christmas and fire and one who would be born who could bring peace. Kate looked up at Matt. There was no way to hide the terror in her eyes, and she didn’t bother to try. “I need to go home right now.”
----
Chapter
4
A wreath of holly meant to greet
Looks much better tossed in the street
Matt sat in his car with the heater running and his favorite CD playing low. Joley Drake’s unique, sultry voice had taken her up the charts fast. He loved this particular collection, usually finding it soothing, but it wasn’t doing him any good now. He gripped the steering wheel and stared up at the blazing lights of the Christmas tree in front of the cliff house. The fog was beginning to roll in off the sea, stretching white fingers toward land and the house he was watching. There were no electric lights in the windows, yet he could see the flicker of candlelight and an occasional shadow as one of the Drake sisters moved past the glass.
The passenger door jerked open, and Jonas Harrington slid into the seat beside Matt, shutting the door against the cold.
“Dammit, Jonas, you scared the hell out of me!” Matt snapped. He hadn’t realized just how jumpy he was until Jonas had pulled the door open.
“Sorry about that.” Jonas sounded as pleasant as ever. Too pleasant. Matt turned his head to look at his childhood friend. “What are you doing out here? It’s cold, and the fog’s coming in. You aren’t stalking our Kate, are you?”
Matt studied his friend’s face. He was smiling, looking amicable,
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