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Taken From Chapter Nine
The next section switches to Legend of Faeries. I thrum my finger on top of the book, having no idea what to do with what I read. I start to put the book back on the shelf when wet droplets trickle down the back of my neck.
I wipe them away, looking behind me, and then at my hand. “Blood?”
I glance up at the ceiling and blood splatters against my forehead. I quickly smear it away and jump to my feet. Hanging by a rope from the ceiling is the body of Farrah Taverson. Her medieval dress is soaked with blood and her eyes are bleeding.
“Oh my God.” I breath, backing away. What do I do? What do I do? I rub my eyes, but she stays there, her feet swaying from the breeze of the vent next to her head.
I back away toward the edge of the shelf, when I crash into someone. I whirl around with ragged breaths.
“Ember, are you okay?” Cameron asks. He has a book in his hand and a backpack on his shoulder. He reaches for my head and wipes his fingers across my skin. When he pulls back there’s blood on them. “Did you hurt yourself?”
I wipe my forehead with my sleeve, and glance behind me at the ceiling. Her body is gone, but the blood is real. What does that mean?
“I must have scratched myself on the edge of the shelf when I was pulling the book out,” I tell Cameron.
He looks at me warily. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’re going to be sick or something.”
Suddenly the intercom screeches on. “Any faculty left in the building need to report to the main office immediately.” It statics off.
“I wonder what that was about,” Cameron says as we walk out of the shelves.
“I’m not sure,” I say, heading back to the table with a permanent chill in my body.
“Are you planning on going to the cemetery tonight?”
“I don’t think so…I really think I might need to get some rest.”
“Alright, everyone,” Ms. Kinsley stands up from her chair and shuts her computer off. “Everyone needs to get their stuff and exit the library. I need to lock up so I can go to the main office.”
As I gather my books and bag from the table, Cameron wipes some remaining blood from my hair with the sleeve of his shirt. “Such a shame.” He grins slyly. “I’ve been dying to get you alone again. But I guess I can wait until tomorrow.”
“About that,” I start to cancel, not wanting to add more to my cracking plate. “I think I—”
“I’ll pick you up at eight,” he cuts me off, sensing a rejection. Backing away, he runs his fingers through his hair and smiles. “I promise, I’ll give you the time of your life.” The way he says it sends a chill over my skin.
“Oh my God.” Raven comes running up to me, her purse on her shoulder and the car keys in her hand. “Did you hear?”
I shake my head, my eyes locked on Cameron as he shoves through the exit doors.
“Farrah Taverson’s body was found next to the lake.” Raven says as we walk out the door of the library. The hallway is empty, and most of the lights have been shut off. “I guess she told a few friends she was going to go looking for Laden. Some boaters found her floating in the water, and she had stab wounds and there were feathers in the pockets of her dress. They think it’s murder. And probably the same one who killed Laden and your—”
“Neither of their bodies have been found.” My heart crushes into the bits and pieces that stab into my stomach. “So they might not be dead.”
She gives me a look of pity. “Yeah, maybe.”
I swallow hard. “How do you know this?”
She leans in and whispers, “I overheard Mr. Reynolds talking to the cops about it when I snuck out to go to the bathroom.”
We push through the side doors. Parked in the fire zone in front of the school are two police cars. But if what Raven says is true, then how did I see her body? Could my death omen abilities have cranked up and now I can see death without touching someone? I’m not sure-I’m not sure about anything anymore.
Author: Jessica Sorensen
Publisher: Borrowed Hearts Publishing
Date Published: August 29, 2012
Series: Death Collectors
What if you knew when someone was going to die?
For seventeen-year-old Ember, life is death. With a simple touch, she knows when someone will die. It’s her curse and the reason she secludes herself from the world. The only person who knows her secret is her best friend Raven.
Then she meets Asher Morgan. He’s gorgeous, mysterious, and is the only person Ember can’t sense death from. So when he pushes into her life, she doesn’t mind.
But when unexplained deaths start to haunt her town, Ember starts questioning why she can’t sense Asher’s death and what he may be hiding.
Jessica Sorensen lives with her husband and three kids in the snowy mountains of Wyoming, where she spends most of her time reading, writing, and hanging out with her family.