Never Letting Go (Delphian Book 1) by Christina Channelle Read Free Book Online Page B

I wanted to know why.
    I needed to know why.

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
    I WOKE UP hearing sounds coming from outside, and my body instinctively moved to sit up but I couldn’t. Looking around, I realized I wasn’t in my room. Instead I was tied to a large bed. I glanced down and saw that I was wearing nothing but a simple white nightgown and alarm bells began to sound off in my head.
    Where am I?
    I tried to re-trace my steps, and how I got here.
    After the whole Briggs incident, Dante and Amy tried to pretend things were normal. I had turned in early for bed, not comfortable with this mirage we were all trying to play, and tried to find peace in my sleep instead.
    But I had woken up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. Then a sound coming from outside my door made me get out of bed. I opened the door and found Amy looking faintly suspicious dressed all in black like a cat burglar. She even had a black hood atop her head, her white-blonde hair peeking out from the sides. She stood near the entrance to the apartment, slowly unlatching the lock, and it reminded me of that night with Briggs. When I had followed him to the gravesite.
    Amy’s appearance made me think about our conversation earlier.
    “Have you ever been in love, Mia?”
    I just stared back at her.
    “Because I think I’m in love with…” she shuffled closer to me whispering, “Kaede.”
    It was not like I had been expecting her to say Briggs.
    “He’s so gorgeous, don’t you think?” Her eyes lit up enthusiastically as she fiddled with her choker then twirled her hair between her fingers. “His hair is so long and silky … and you should hear him speak Japanese. It makes my toes curl, it’s so lovely.”
    Her eyes caught my stare. “Say. Did anyone ever make your toes curl, Mia? It’s the best feeling.” Her eyes widened. “I wonder what your mind’s been keeping from you,” she mused.
    I wondered that myself.
    I was surprised at her going out this late. Going out at all, for that matter. The amount of times that the guys had stressed both Amy and I stay indoors could not have gone unheard. My eyes would always flick over to Briggs, as I remembered our night together, whenever Dante or Kaede would bring it up, but as usual he ignored me.
    Feeding into my curious nature that I chose not to stifle, I decided to follow her outside, slipping on my green and yellow-laced shoes. Opening the door to the building, I felt the cool air hit my skin and I inhaled at the sensation.
    Squeezing my eyes shut, I realized I couldn’t remember anything after that. I must have passed out. Looking around at this strange place, I knew the feeling that I should have felt now was fear. Both my feet and hands were bound together by a piece of rough rope attached to each bedpost. I knew it was useless to struggle, the bonds too tight. No amount of wishing would make them disappear. I could hear muffled cries from outside my door and instantly knew it was Amy.
    Still, I tried wiggling out of the restraints but it was hopeless, the ropes rubbing my skin raw. I relaxed into the mattress and stared up into the ceiling, exhaling slowly. Amy and I should have listened to Dante, Kaede … even Briggs.
    We should have stayed inside.
    Three hours.
    I had nothing to do but stare at the ceiling and listen to Amy’s whimpers until they settled down. Then I counted the seconds, the minutes, and finally hours. So I would have to assume it was approximately three hours since I woke.
    I wondered what the point of this was. Why we were taken. Why I was currently dressed the way I was. Why a single name, Sophia , was written repeatedly, over and over, on the walls of this room in red. I hoped it was lipstick or paint, and not blood.
    As my mind conjured up the sight of blood, I thought of Briggs, and then the burial of all those girls.
    Perhaps I would meet them soon.
    I closed my eyes, trying to figure out how I felt about that. I recognized that I didn’t like it, and