The Objects of Her Protection
“No time for that,” I quipped as I jumped up out of my seat. “Get on the phone and have one of the Complex jets fueled up and ready to go. I have to go back to the cabin.”
“No time for that,” I quipped as I jumped up out of my seat. “Get on the phone and have one of the Complex jets fueled up and ready to go. I have to go back to the cabin.”
“What have I done?” I whispered to myself. “It’s ruined. I’ve destroyed the archives. What the hell is wrong with me?” I stared down at the sickle in my hand, that feeling of insanity crawling back into my mind.
I could only shake my head in disbelief. “No, I’m not going to sue my family. I’m going to save my family, or at least I’m going to try. I need to find out what’s come over the complex. Something dark is around us, and now is not the time of year for this to be happening. We need to find some answers.”