Read Online Uninvited: A Paranormal Urban Fantasy Novel (The Dark Skies Trilogy Book Two) by Lysa Daley - Free Book Online
Authors: Lysa Daley
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California/Oregon border or the Oregon/California border,” I answer, trying to read an unwieldy paper map.
We lost the internet signal almost as soon as we left the motel. Now we have to navigate the old fashion way using a map I found in the glovebox.
It takes another ten miles before we find a gas station/taco stand/minimart in a dusty little patch of nothing on the side of the interstate.
Ruby slowly pulls the truck in. We idle just inside the parking lot cautiously looking around. There’s an old station wagon getting gas, and a beat up little hatchback parked next to the taco stand which probably belongs to an employee.
“What do you think?” she asks.
“Looks okay,” I nod.
“I’ll fill up the tank if you’ll run in and get me a diet soda?” Ruby offers.
“Deal,” I say and head into the minimart.
The clerk behind the counter is so white and bald he resembles a cue ball with squinty eyes. He doesn’t bother looking up from his newspaper as he grumbles, “Morning.”
“Good morning,” I say, heading toward the refrigerated case of sodas in the back. There must be 200 different types, but for the life of me, I can’t find a Diet Coke.
In the reflection of the glass door, I see a man and woman enter the store. Both are in black suits. Both are wearing dark sunglasses.
Uh oh.
I casually flip the hood on my Oakdale Prep sweatshirt up. Keeping my back to the dark suits, I try to nonchalantly make my way out of the store.
The male suit walks over to the coffee station and pours himself a decaf or something. The female suit slowly strolls around the store.
Maybe this is just a coincidence. Maybe these two work for the IRS or they’re funeral directors. Some other perfectly normal occupation that requires black suits.
I’m making the last turn down the candy aisle then it’s a straight shot out the front door.
Casually, the female suit strolls back to the counter.
It isn’t until I see her pull out a short but deadly sharp dagger made out of a strange red metal that I know for certain they’ve come for me.
Chapter 13
I ’m not like normal human teenagers. If you cut me, I instantly heal. My skin just reseals itself like magic. As you can imagine, this comes in pretty handy.
Unless, of course, you cut me with the red steel forged from the Draconian sun.
Then, it becomes unclear if the cut will ever heal, evidenced by the bandaged wound I currently have on my shoulder. I got cut several days ago in a fight with the shapeshifting, bounty hunting Grail. It was the first time in my entire life that I didn’t instantly heal.
I avert my eyes, pretending I don’t see the short red blade and quicken my pace toward the door.
But the female agent darts forward, blocking my exit.
I retreat but find my path now blocked on the other side by the male agent, who points one of the futuristic alien guns at me.
“Astrid, I presume,” he greets me in a low voice.
“Hold yer horses now!” the nervous clerk calls out to us. “I don’t want no trouble in here. You clowns take your fighting outside.”
The male agent responds by pointing his weapon at the clerk and firing a stream of purple plasma. Lucky for baldy, it hits the rack of chips and cigarettes directly over the cash register. Terrified, the poor guy hits the deck as a shower of merchandise pours down on him.
I reach around my shoulder to grab BrightSky but realize that I don’t have her.
Again.
Why do I keep leaving her in the car? Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Both agents advance on me. I have no choice but to fight, to defend myself best I can.
The female agent grabs me from behind. She slings her arm around my neck, trying to choke me.
The male agent is two steps behind. He’s nearly reached me when the little bell on the front door tinkles.
As the arm tightens around my neck constricting my windpipe, my eyes flick toward the door where I see Ruby holding up the red umbrella.
“Astrid!” She throws it to me. “Brought you a
We lost the internet signal almost as soon as we left the motel. Now we have to navigate the old fashion way using a map I found in the glovebox.
It takes another ten miles before we find a gas station/taco stand/minimart in a dusty little patch of nothing on the side of the interstate.
Ruby slowly pulls the truck in. We idle just inside the parking lot cautiously looking around. There’s an old station wagon getting gas, and a beat up little hatchback parked next to the taco stand which probably belongs to an employee.
“What do you think?” she asks.
“Looks okay,” I nod.
“I’ll fill up the tank if you’ll run in and get me a diet soda?” Ruby offers.
“Deal,” I say and head into the minimart.
The clerk behind the counter is so white and bald he resembles a cue ball with squinty eyes. He doesn’t bother looking up from his newspaper as he grumbles, “Morning.”
“Good morning,” I say, heading toward the refrigerated case of sodas in the back. There must be 200 different types, but for the life of me, I can’t find a Diet Coke.
In the reflection of the glass door, I see a man and woman enter the store. Both are in black suits. Both are wearing dark sunglasses.
Uh oh.
I casually flip the hood on my Oakdale Prep sweatshirt up. Keeping my back to the dark suits, I try to nonchalantly make my way out of the store.
The male suit walks over to the coffee station and pours himself a decaf or something. The female suit slowly strolls around the store.
Maybe this is just a coincidence. Maybe these two work for the IRS or they’re funeral directors. Some other perfectly normal occupation that requires black suits.
I’m making the last turn down the candy aisle then it’s a straight shot out the front door.
Casually, the female suit strolls back to the counter.
It isn’t until I see her pull out a short but deadly sharp dagger made out of a strange red metal that I know for certain they’ve come for me.
Chapter 13
I ’m not like normal human teenagers. If you cut me, I instantly heal. My skin just reseals itself like magic. As you can imagine, this comes in pretty handy.
Unless, of course, you cut me with the red steel forged from the Draconian sun.
Then, it becomes unclear if the cut will ever heal, evidenced by the bandaged wound I currently have on my shoulder. I got cut several days ago in a fight with the shapeshifting, bounty hunting Grail. It was the first time in my entire life that I didn’t instantly heal.
I avert my eyes, pretending I don’t see the short red blade and quicken my pace toward the door.
But the female agent darts forward, blocking my exit.
I retreat but find my path now blocked on the other side by the male agent, who points one of the futuristic alien guns at me.
“Astrid, I presume,” he greets me in a low voice.
“Hold yer horses now!” the nervous clerk calls out to us. “I don’t want no trouble in here. You clowns take your fighting outside.”
The male agent responds by pointing his weapon at the clerk and firing a stream of purple plasma. Lucky for baldy, it hits the rack of chips and cigarettes directly over the cash register. Terrified, the poor guy hits the deck as a shower of merchandise pours down on him.
I reach around my shoulder to grab BrightSky but realize that I don’t have her.
Again.
Why do I keep leaving her in the car? Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Both agents advance on me. I have no choice but to fight, to defend myself best I can.
The female agent grabs me from behind. She slings her arm around my neck, trying to choke me.
The male agent is two steps behind. He’s nearly reached me when the little bell on the front door tinkles.
As the arm tightens around my neck constricting my windpipe, my eyes flick toward the door where I see Ruby holding up the red umbrella.
“Astrid!” She throws it to me. “Brought you a
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