Make Willing the Prey (Dreams by Streetlight)

Make Willing the Prey (Dreams by Streetlight) by Luna Lindsey Read Free Book Online

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Authors: Luna Lindsey
    “Sorry, Sand.  It’s just my
phone.”  Jina still stood near the entrance and hadn’t seen the ring.  She
unzipped the gym bag and started digging through it.  By the time she found the
phone, it had stopped ringing.
    “I don’t recognize the number.  I’ll
call them back.  Find anything over there?” 
    Sandy just hugged herself and
tried to relax.  She turned back to the table and examined the roses closely,
looking for the antidote or some kind of clue as to where she would find it. 
She had played her part in the game; it was time for relief.
    “Huh, I can’t get a signal. 
Someone just called me and I can’t get a signal.  Can you get a signal?”
    Sandy felt her pocket.  “Oh no… 
I left my phone back at the hotel.”
    “Screw it.  I’m changing carriers
next week.” 
    Sandy ignored her, and began
looking under the table. 
    Jina stuffed the phone in her
pocket and walked over to Sandy.  “Any luck?  Any pills, syringes, potions,
    “Nothing.  No clues.”
    “What’s this?” Jina picked up the
box.  “Ohhh.  This looks bad.”
    “No shit, Sherlock.”
    “What about in here?”  Jina put
the ring back on the table and walked through the doorway into the next room.
    Sandy cautiously peered through.
    The room was much more dimly lit
and even more sparsely furnished.  Directly across from her lay a door to what
appeared to be a kitchen.   Sandy walked into the middle of the room and could
see that it opened out into a larger room at the front of the house.  Which
would make this a dining room, and that a living room.  The second doorway to
the hall lay at the other end of the room, and a stairway sat between the
doors, leading up.  The walls were covered in vertically stripped wallpaper
that appeared to once have been red and white, but now barely managed a faded
mauve and off-white. 
    “Look! A phone!”  Jina had found
an old-style wooden telephone mounted on the wall opposite the stairs.  It had
a round dial, like Jina’s grandpa’s phone had when she was a kid. 
    Sandy wandered into the next
room.  She had never seen a kitchen so small.  Linoleum curled up from the
corners of the counters, and grime caked around the sink.  She started opening
the cupboards one by one.
    “Hey Sandy, this thing still
works!  I’ve got a dial tone!”  Jina pulled out her cellphone, which still had
no signal, so she could dial the number from the missed call. 
    The phone rang twice.  Then she
heard, “ The number you have dialed is on your party line.  Please hang up
and allow sufficient time for the party you are calling to answer before you
return to the line. ”  The message started to repeat and she stared at the
receiver as if it had grown horns.
    “Jina!  Quit messing around and
help me find the antidote so we can get out of here.”
    “Hey Sand, remember that call a
minute ago?  I think it came from this house.”  She hung up the phone
and it started ringing.
    Sandy poked her head out of the
kitchen.  “What are you doing?” she asked in a dim voice.
    “Maybe S.A. will pick up the
    “That’s crazy!  We don’t want to
talk to S.A.  He’s some kind of psycho, and the last thing I want is for him to
know we’re here!”
    “S.A. already knows we’re here. 
And if he’d pick up the damn phone, I could give him a piece of my mind and
make him get the hell down here and give you the antidote!”
    Sandy shut up.  She felt too weak
to fight with Jina.
    Jina let it ring ten times.  “The
jerk is too afraid to talk to me.” 
    She snatched up the receiver and
listened to the recording say, “ Someone on your line is calling you.  Please
wait for a moment for them to return to the line. ” 
    “Helloooooooo. . .” she said. 
She hung up and looked at Sandy.  “So now what?”
    “I don’t know, but I don’t feel
so good.”
    “If I get my hands on that—”
    “Jina, please don’t be like that

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