That’s my cue.
“Thanks for the lift, buddy,” I call over my shoulder as I jump down, boots crunching on gravel.
And when I close my eyes and focus on the link, I know exactly which way to go.
I frown.
It’s the same direction this wall of wind is heading. Deep into the dark storm clouds that swallow up the distant golden grass.
“I’m coming, human,” I mutter as I let myself fade into the wind. “Just you wait. I’ll be there.”
42
The Hot Guy is An Accidental Hero?
You
Rather unfortunately for the town, you’re not so sure you feel like helping.
After all, these peopledidkidnap you.
And rather rudely, at that.
Heck. They almostkilledyou.
Not that they knew your life depends on being in proximity to a demigod-vampire-whatever-the-heck-Ziros-is, but still.
They did hire goons to shove you into the back of a van.
And thanks to them, you’ve lost your phone. And your purse.
Rude.
Very rude.
To say the least.
But Elena is still looking at you with hope and desperation on her weathered face in the flickering light of the magical orb.
“Please, oh Chosen One” she repeats.
You frown.
Across the dark basement, Eli makes a disgusted choking sound, and you wonder if he hates hearing his grandmother beg.
Guilt twists inside, but you—you just—youcan’t.
You can’t bring yourself to help. Not when it would mean staying here in this little town in the middle of nowhere. This town that is basically a cult, whether that title is deserved or not.
“I’m sorry,” you say, standing up.
But there’s nowhere else to go. No escaping the awkwardness
Up at the top of the stairs, the door rattles with every gust of wind.
Until that storm’s over, you’re trapped here in the basement, whether you like it or not.
With a sigh, you stop, turning back to face the old woman.
