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“You’re being kept in the
dark. Your father though, he might know something…”
    “You need my
hand for that?”
    Nadine’s head
titled forward. “You have a future. It’s … nothing to do with this place
though. You’ve been waiting for someone … A romantic flame of some kind … He or
she are on a journey somewhere. You’ve been waiting for them to come back to
you, take you off into a place far from here.”
    “And my
father?”
    Nadine shook
her head. “He won’t follow you.”
    “I read palms
too you know. Why don’t you give me your hand?”
    Nadine showed
some reluctance.
    “Come now.
Let’s be fair.”
    Annabel took
her hand.
    She stared at
her grinning. Didn’t even look at it.
    “Well?”
Nadine said.
    “Troubling
times ahead, dear. You might not make it out of this one.”
    Nadine ripped
her hand back. “He’s here isn’t he?”
    Annabel
nodded slowly.
    “Well. Why
doesn’t he come to face me himself? Why does he send you?”
    “I think… He
wanted to see if you would run.”
    “I could have
run hours ago. I could have not shown up here at all.”
    “So. What
should I tell him?”
    “About what?”
    “About
whether you’re here to surrender. Or…”
    Nadine leaned
in close to her. “You tell him that if he makes one move of violence on me then
I will have his fucking head on a spike. Got it?”
    Annabel
shrugged. “Message received.”
    She turned
and walked back towards the door, but not without taking one last look back.
    “Good luck.”
    Annabel
returned to the house.
    Nadine looked
out over the edge again. She wondered how it would feel if she fell.

 
    CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
     
     
    Luna had gone to bed soon after her
call with Maurice ended. It didn’t last long.
    Before she
knew it, she was out the door again and sitting in her car. If pulling out of
her driveway at four a.m., all in the name of her affections for a married man
seemed crazy – lying completely still staring up at the ceiling seemed even
crazier.
    It didn’t
make sense to her. The idea that someone was working against them. That they’d
been betrayed. But with the sudden end to Maurice’s call, and Cresh not
answering his phone, Luna feared the worst.
    The
Paranormal Police were falling apart, and no one was safe.
    Within
fifteen minutes she was back in the underground car park, making her way into
the side entrance. She crossed through the main corridor till she reached the
elevator, and took it up to the floor where she’d left Cresh. After a brief
look in on Kendra’s office, she made her way down to Cresh’s.
    “Cresh…?”
    She switched
on the light.
    The room was
a disaster. The desk and chairs were knocked over, files were scattered
everywhere. There was damage to the walls and the window at the back was shattered.
Luna made her way through the wreckage towards Cresh who were trapped under
various objects and furniture.
    “Oh no,” Luna
moaned.
    Cresh’s shirt
was ripped at the front and his chest was covered with blood. A deep wound to
his neck oozed a steady stream of blood.
    “Cresh!” she
cried. “Wake up!”
    Cresh’s eyes
fluttered. He looked up at her and reached out for her cheek.
    “Hold on,”
Luna whispered. “You’re going to make it…”
    “I know…”
Cresh began. “I know who betrayed us…”

 
    CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
     
     
    This was it. The hour of reckoning.
The moment of truth. Haley held her hands over her knees as the car inched
forward to its unknown destination.
    The night was
flashing before her eyes. All the little moments. The exchanges. She could
still see her Mom in the car with her before they met with Ms. Armistice. How
easy it would have been to just say … no. Let’s go home.
    The memories
would stay with her. Even as time went on they wouldn’t fade. She would live
there. A world that was once real would forever cast its shadow.
    Haley sat up.
Kept her eyes from closing.
    Brock Ferns.
    Or the Count.
    They were all
that was left. There