The Summoning by Kelley Armstrong Read Free Book Online

steps from the top, I stopped and turned to see Miss Van Dop below.
    “I—I was just going to lie down for a minute. My head hurts and—”
    “Then come and get some Tylenol.”
    “I—I’m kind of tired. I don’t have classes, so I thought—”
    “Come down, Chloe.”
    She waited until I was almost there then said, “At Lyle House, bedrooms are for sleeping.”
    “I—”
    “I know you’re probably tired and feeling overwhelmed, but you need activity and interaction, not isolation. Rae’s getting a head start on the laundry before afternoon classes. If you’ve finished lunch, you can go help her.”
    I braced myself as I opened the basement door, expecting a descent down creaky wooden steps into a dark, damp basement, the kind of place I hated. Instead, I saw gleaming stairs, the passage brightly lit, the walls painted pale green with a flowery border. For the first time that day, I was glad of the too-bright cheeriness.
    The laundry room had a tile floor, an old recliner, a washer and dryer, and a bunch of cupboards and shelves. Zero “old basement” creep factor.
    The washing machine was running, but there was no sign of Rae.
    I looked across the room, toward a closed door. As I walked to it, I picked up an acrid smell.
    Smoke?
    If Rae was smoking down here, I wasn’t going to be the one to catch her. I turned to go back upstairs, and saw Rae squeezed between two towers of shelves.
    Her lips formed a silent oath as she shook her hand, putting out a match. I looked for a cigarette. There wasn’t one—just the smoldering match.
    I heard Liz’s voice again:
She has this
“
thing
”
for fire
.
    My reaction must have shown because Rae jumped forward, getting between me and the door, hands flying up.
    “No, no, it’s not like that. I wasn’t going to do anything. I don’t—” She slowed, seeing she had my attention. “I don’t start fires. They wouldn’t let me stay here if I did. Ask anyone. I just like fire.”
    “Oh.”
    She noticed me staring at the matchbook and pocketed it.
    “I, uh, noticed you didn’t get lunch,” I said. “Can I bring you something?”
    Her face brightened. “Thanks. But I’ll grab an apple before class. I use any excuse to avoid eating with Queen Victoria. You saw what she’s like. With me, it’s food. If I take a big helping or seconds or dessert, she gets her jabs in.”
    I must have looked confused, because she waved a hand down her body.
    “Yes, I could stand to lose a few pounds, but I don’t need her as my personal dietitian.” She moved to a pile of unsorted laundry. “My advice? Steer clear of her. She’s like these monsters I saw in an old sci-fi film, vampires from space, only they didn’t drink blood, they sucked out all your energy.”
    “
Lifeforce
. Tobe Hooper. Psychic vampires.”
    She grinned, showing a crooked canine. “Psychic vampires. I’ll have to remember that one.”
    Earlier I’d thought I didn’t belong here because I didn’t feel crazy. I bet none of them did either. Maybe mental illness was like stuttering. I’d spent my life trying to convince people that just because I stammered didn’t mean there was anything else wrong with me. I just had a problem that I was working hard to overcome.
    Like seeing people who weren’t there.
    Like being attracted to fire.
    It didn’t mean you were schizo or anything.
    The sooner I got over myself, the better off I’d be at Lyle House. The sooner I’d
get
better … and get out.
    I looked at the piles of laundry. “Can I help?”
    She showed me how—another thing I’d never done. Even at camp, someone did it for us.
    After a few minutes of working together, she said, “Does it make sense to you?”
    “What?”
    “Putting a girl in a place like this because she likes fire.”
    “Well, if that’s all…”
    “There’s more, but it’s small stuff, related to the fire thing. Nothing dangerous. I don’t hurt myself or anyone else.”
    She returned to her sorting.
    “Do you