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

life been?”
    I shrugged, and my bandages pulled, so I nearly blacked out. “Okay.”
    She cocked a red eyebrow at me. Mrs. A had every hair color under the sun, and she always matched her eyebrows to it. This year, she was sporting a bright auburn and it looked good on her. They all looked good. “Oh, really?” she asked me, pursing her lips. “That’s not what I heard.”
    I shot Cindy a look. She grimaced and mouthed, “Sorry.”
    “What did you hear?” I asked, turning my head to look at myself in the mirrors again.
    “I just heard that you were hurt, honeybunch,” she admitted, but I could tell that wasn’t the only thing Cindy told her.
    I nodded. “Yup. It was a miracle that I wasn’t in pain getting this dress on, do you think you could…” my voice trailed away as a hot searing pain in my head blinded me. My vision blurred, and the only thing I could see was a white light. Then Kathryn’s face flashed in front of me. I flinched, trying to swipe the vision away, but then it changed. That’s when I saw the queen of all vampires dragging Mike out on a leash, and in the next instant she severed his jugular with her bare hands. Then everything went dark.
    “Patricia,” Cindy said, and I blinked at her, shaking. Somehow, they had managed to get me on one of the chairs.
    “Yeah,” I managed to say without vomiting. Why would Kathryn share that kind of vision with me? And why was Mike with her? Was this in the near future or the distant future? My heart thudded in my ears, and I felt that beautiful breakfast threatening to come back up.
    My head started swimming, when Mrs. A asked, “Honey, are you okay?”
    I blinked at her. “Yes, I’m fine. Just got a little dizzy that’s all. I just need to use your bathroom a second.”
    “Sure, sweetie,” she replied as she and Cindy helped me to stand.
    I hobbled to the back of the shop, banging into the one- stall restroom. Before I knew it, my head was over the toilet, and I vomited up everything I ate. Splashing cold water on my face, I told myself to keep it together. After all, Kathryn herself had said that all her visions were subjective, but I was still going to have to warn Mike. Then I remembered that I had left my cell and purse on my bed, and I hit my forehead with my palm. So warning him about any of this would have to wait.
    Taking a deep breath, I rinsed my mouth out with some water, and I walked back out, trying to keep a smile on my face.
    “You okay?” Cindy asked, and I nodded. Her eyes grew dark, and she glared at me as if she knew I was lying to her. She blinked a few times, and the look was replaced with concern. “Maybe we should just go home, Pat. We can do the cake tasting tomorrow. What do you say?”
    I shook my head, figuring I might as well just get it all over and done with. Besides, doing mundane things would keep me from panicking. “No, I’m fine. Really. Besides, what’s a little bit of cake going to do to me, right?”
    Mrs. A laughed, shaking her head. “That’s our Pat. Always pushing the limits.”
    Cindy smiled at her, and then at me. But I noticed that it didn’t reach her eyes. “Okay. If you say you’re all right then you’re all right.” They both helped me back up on the pedestal, and Mrs. A finished pinning me.
    The rest of the morning went by without incident. Mrs. A told Cindy the dresses would be ready on time, if my sister showed up to claim hers, and then we went to taste some cake. Most of it was good, and Edna, the baker, did her best not to mention the fact that the cake we picked was the cake I had ordered for my own wedding. You know, before it all went to hell in a handbasket. Cindy settled on two tiers of chocolate and a middle tier of vanilla cake. Then we decided the vanilla bean butter cream icing was the best. And when Edna asked if she wanted fondant, Cindy just smiled and replied, “Surprise me.”
    After that, Cindy asked me to drop her off at Pop’s shop, gave me her house keys,