I was tagged by James Quinn, Author of A Game for Assassins to post an excerpt from my book.
"Stop making that noise, Meg," I called out, not wanting to leave the sleep I had just fallen into.
The loud murmur and clanging bells did not stop. Taking one of my pillows, I threw it at the direction of Meg's bed. "Please go back to sleep." I said, with frustration.
"Mara, it's not Meg. Wake up," Cole said. Climbing on my bed, he looked out the small, round window. "Those are sirens outside."
Trying to understand what was going on and wake up, I stood on the bed by him trying to look out. I questioned him, "What do you see?"
"It is fire trucks and they are near my house. I see smoke and flames. I can't tell exactly where it is but it is close to my home."
Hopping off the bed, he frantically began putting his shoes on. "I need to go there."
"I will go with you," I said. Slipping my boots on, I went to him. "Are you sure it was your house?"
"No," he said. "But I am not going to sit here and wait."
Grabbing his hand, I stopped him, "Let me go with you." Feeling his hesitation, I said again forcefully this time, "I am going with you."
Sighing, he agreed. "Ok but we are going now."
When we reached the front door, the voice of Gram called after us, "Cole and Mara, where do you think you are going?"
Gram appeared in the kitchen. Her outfit told me that she had planned on going to the same place. The mismatched brash combination of a lime green sweater, gardening jeans and red garden wellies were not something she would typically wear.
"Gram, I think the fire trucks are at my house," Cole said, with the panic in his voice rising. "I need to go find out."
Feeling a sharp electricity shoot through my body, I held back a gasp from the pain that I felt. I looked over and I saw [him enter the room].
Looking at the grimace on Gram's face, I knew she felt the same jolt. The spell had worked. She closed her eyes and slightly nodded confirming my thoughts.
"What is going on, Caterpillar? Why are you all awake?" Elliott asked, looking disheveled and confused.
Interesting. I thought to myself. Why would he be in the same clothes from last night? Looking down at my own outfit, I realized he could be thinking the same thing.
"There is a fire coming from the direction of Cole's house. We are going there now?" I responded.
The surprise look on his face turned to concern. "I'm coming with you," he said, as he grabbed his coat and started putting on his boots. Grabbing a sweater from a hook, he handed it to me.
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