Thin Air by Rachel Caine Read Free Book Online Page B

frantic beat it looked a little bit…darker. More real. More distinct.
    I saw the curve of a pale face, dark hair.
    I didn’t want to see what came at the end, but I felt weak now, and bitterly cold. My knees threatened to fold up under me, and I thought, This is it. I’m done.
    And then something inside me just refused, cold and furious, and I felt myself get steadier again.
    â€œThere’s something to be afraid of,” I heard myself say to Cherise. “Me.”
    And I reached up into the sky and pulled at the air, pushing a whole wall of it like an invisible hard shield at them, driving her and Kevin backward.
    Driving away the shadow.
    I turned and ran, dodging blooming flames, barely managing to avoid slipping in the squelchy mud under my boots. Overhead, the downpour sputtered, let loose a final shower of ice-cold drops that froze into sleet as they hit the ground, and subsided. I kept running, and checked over my shoulder. I could see Cherise and Kevin standing there, dumb statues, and that shadow, that shadow was with them, and for a second…
    For a second, in a flash of lightning, it looked just like me.
    And then it just…vanished.
    Cherise and Kevin toppled over facedown to the ground. Dead, stunned, I couldn’t tell, but there was no way I could go back; I knew the shadow was still there, hoping to lure me in, and I couldn’t fight it.
    I hated myself for running, but I ran. It was survival instinct, nothing more, nothing I could be proud of, and tears streamed down my face, self-pitying and turning to ice in the cold, cold wind. You should have tried , something was screaming inside me, but I knew better. If I’d tried, I’d be dead.
    I was alone, and I couldn’t risk it.
    I had no warning of another approach, but suddenly there were hands on my shoulders, and I was spun around, violently, slipping in the mud. I instinctively raised my arms, trying to block a punch, trying to break free, but stopped when I recognized the stark pale face, dark eyes, and rough growth of beard.
    Not dead, but definitely singed around the edges. There was a quarter-sized raw burn on his cheek, and bruises forming.
    Lewis looked terrible, but he was alive.
    â€œI thought you were dead!” I yelped, and his hand closed around my left wrist. He silently jerked me into a run. I barely had time to gasp, because we were running straight for a thicket of thorns and he wasn’t slowing down ….
    And the thorns pulled right out of the way. I tripped, trying to twist around and stare, but Lewis’s grip around my wrist was unforgiving.
    â€œWait,” I panted. “We can’t just—”
    â€œDamn right we can. Run or die.” He sounded raw and exhausted, but he was outpacing me. I concentrated on not slowing him down; for some reason, having Lewis afraid and vulnerable was worse to me than my own terrors. The forest flew by in a blur of tree bark, flashing leaves, the occasional glimpse overhead of gray cotton sky.
    It felt like we ran forever. I caught one glimpse of what might have been the shadow standing at the top of a hill, but it misted away like a bad dream.
    We just kept on running. When I looked back again, I didn’t see anything. No sign at all, just the sullen smoke still rising from the place where Lewis and Kevin had combusted.
    â€œWhere’s David?” I finally gasped. Lewis shook his head without answering, still struggling for breath. He was holding his side with his left hand as we ran, and I didn’t like the color of his face and lips. Or the bubbling sound when he took in air. “You need to stop!”
    â€œNot yet.”
    â€œNo, we have to stop now !” I insisted.
    His effort to reply brought on a coughing fit, and when it was over he spat up blood. A lot of it. Enough to make my skin shrink all over.
    We needed help. We needed it badly. And we needed it now.
    And he must have known it, because he finally nodded.