Chapter 20

GREY

“What is it?” I snapped, rolling over in irritation.

“Sorry…Never mind—go back to bed.” Lyra’s voice trembled.

“What is it?” I asked, but Lyra didn’t answer.

All I could hear was running water on the other end.

“Lyra, where are you?” Something stirred in my chest as I stumbled out of bed, throwing on the first sweatshirt I could find and scouring the floor for a pair of pants.

My keys were already in my hand as I headed for the door.

“I’m—I’m scared.” The words came out in a panicked whisper. “Grey, I don’t know how I got here.”

“Tell me where you are, little witch,” I spoke as the engine roared to life. “I’m coming to get you.”

“No!” she gasped as the other end of the line became muffled. “I shouldn’t have called. I just…”

“Lyra, focus on my voice. I need to know where you are.”

“I’m on the Black River Bridge.”

Thank fuck she was close. Just on the outskirts of town. I sped into the darkness, winding down the dark and narrow road.

“Talk to me.” Her silence was suffocating. “Tell me what you see.”

“It’s dark. I can’t see much, but I can hear the river flowing.”

“What else?” I needed to keep her talking until I could get to her.

“I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel—something.” I waited for her to continue. The tires hummed as they hugged the rain-soaked street. “It sounds crazy, but I think I felt someone die. Like their spirit led me here.”

“I’m almost there.” I sped by the You are now leaving Twisted Spires, please come back and visit soon sign placed a few hundred feet in front of the bridge.

A layer of early morning fog spilled from the bridge. The town had given it the nickname, the Devil’s Mouth, because it looked eerily similar to a pathway to hell.

I slowed to a creep, using my hand to shield my eyes from the glare of my high beams. I lowered my hand and Lyra came into focus.

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