LITMIR.BIZ

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A shadow flickered across the floor and disappeared into a corner. Creeping closer, she tried to bring the image clearer, to make some sense of the shape that had skittered beneath the wood cabinet now bathed in light. She turned the bat around, hooked the handle with its end, and pulled the door open. Pots, pans, covers, all stacked neatly, as always.

      Nothing behind the door or in the open laundry room. Thankfully, Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs understood the need to assess danger quickly. They’d lived in Cymmera, had battled the monsters that lived there, were aware of the dangers lurking close by. If a room was empty, the door stood open.

      Still on edge, though she’d searched the entire house, she dropped onto a chair, lay the bat across the table within easy reach, and leaned her elbows on the table. She massaged her temples, the pressure doing little to relieve the intense pounding behind her eyes.

      Tension squeezed her chest, and she gave up on fighting the headache. Nothing seemed to be amiss, and yet she’d been so sure she heard something.

      On the counter, a teakettle sat propped on a potholder. Mia. She should have guessed. Her sister had been sleeping so poorly lately. Ryleigh got up and hefted the bat over her shoulder. Mia would need her. With one last check to be sure nothing was out of place, she shut the light, backed out of the kitchen, and started across the living room. She stubbed her toe on the wood coffee table, knocking some of the precisely fanned magazines askew, then limped the rest of the way.

      Once she had the pain in her foot somewhat under control, she turned off the living room light and approached Mia’s closed door. She knocked softly and kept her voice a whisper so as not to wake Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs. “Mia?”

      “Come in.”

      Ryleigh propped the bat against the wall in the hallway. She pushed the door open and found Mia sitting in bed with her knees pulled against her chest, her back against the headboard, and a thick blanket covering her and tucked beneath her arms. Steam rose from a mug of what Ryleigh knew would be Sleepytime Tea cupped between Mia’s hands.

      “You all right?”

      Mia nodded, but the fear in her eyes was unmistakable.

      “Mind if I sit for a bit? I’m having trouble sleeping.”

      Mia shook her head. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

      Ryleigh climbed onto the bed, folded her legs, and sat facing Mia. “Bad dreams?”

      Mia nodded again, and a shiver ran through her. She pulled the blanket tighter. When she finally spoke, her voice shook. “Really bad.”

      Her younger sister had been through so much in her fourteen years. The death of their parents in a terrorist attack. Her grandmother’s prolonged illness and eventual death. The fear that someone would take her from Ryleigh and put her in a foster home, since at seventeen, Ryleigh wasn’t yet old enough to be her legal guardian. Being chased from her home by fierce savages and forced into another realm where violence and monsters were a way of life.

      Ryleigh tucked the mass of brown curls behind Mia’s ear, but it only popped out again a moment later. “I wish I could tell you everything would be okay.”

      “But that would be lying.”

      Ryleigh forced a smile. “It might be lying. It might also be true. We have no way to know.”

      “No kidding.” Mia sighed and rolled her eyes.

      The gesture threatened to bring a genuine smile to Ryleigh’s lips. She bit the inside of her cheek. “Look, Mia. We’ve talked about this before. I can’t promise you everything will be all right, but I can promise you I will always stand by your side. I will protect you and take care of you as best I can.”

      Tears shimmered and tipped over Mia’s thick lower lashes. “I know.” She shook her head and swiped the tears. “But you have responsibilities now. To more than just me. An entire kingdom is counting on you to save them. You ca—”

      “Stop right there.” Ryleigh held up her hand, halting any further arguments. “You come first, Mia. You always come first with me.”

      Mia finally formed a tentative smile. “I know. You’re my hero.” She clutched the mug against her chest in a two handed grip and batted her lashes.

      Ryleigh reached a hand under the blanket and tickled Mia’s feet. “You sarcastic little brat.”

      “Stop. You’re going to make me spill my tea.” Somehow, Mia managed to balance the mug through the fit of giggles. She regained control of herself and placed the cup on the nightstand beside the bed. “You have to go soon, Ryleigh. The dreams are coming more frequently. There’s violence coming…bad things.” She tucked her shaking hands beneath the blanket and pulled it up over her shoulders.

      Mia’s delicate features and slight build made her appear so fragile, yet she possessed great inner strength. She never would have made it through the past month if she didn’t. “I’ll go soon enough.”

      “Can I come?” She sat up straighter.

      Ryleigh frowned. “I thought you said violence was coming.”

      “It is.”

      “Then why would you want to come?”

      Mia shrugged. “I miss Sadie and Kiara…and Dakota.” A blush stole up her pale cheeks as she played with the edge of the blanket.

      Her sister had the biggest crush on the young Death Dealer in training. This time, Ryleigh couldn’t stop the smile.

      Mia ignored her. “I miss Nika and Nahara.” She grinned. “I want to fly again.”

      Ryleigh couldn’t argue with that. Flying on one of the huge hounds had been the most amazing experience of her life. They both appeared similar to enormous Tibetan Mastiffs, except for their wings.

      Nika was gorgeous, with his black fur, mane, and wings, but Nahara, with her cream color coat and the pink and gold markings forming a crown around her head, then leading down her back and onto her wings, was truly incredible.

      “We’ll go soon.”

      The excitement lighting Mia’s eyes dimmed, and she lay down.

      Great. Now Ryleigh was going to give in. “I worry about taking you there after you got so weak the last time.”

      Mia pulled the blanket up under her chin and snuggled down into the pillows. “I’ll be okay. I feel fine now, and I won’t stay as long this time. Kiara said I’d get stronger each time I visited. Until, one day, I’d be able to stay.” She looked up at Ryleigh, eyes pleading.

      “All right. We’ll go this weekend.”

      Mia smiled even as her eyes dropped shut. “I knew you’d say yes.”

      A surge of love shot through Ryleigh. Despite only three years difference in their ages, Mia was more like a daughter than a sister. Ryleigh had helped raise her since she was a toddler and had pretty much taken care of her on her own once their grandmother fell ill several years ago. She stood beside Mia and tucked the covers tighter around her. “I love you, little sis.” Ryleigh kissed her sister’s head.

      “I love you too, big sis.” The sleepiness in Mia’s voice made her sound so much younger.

      She smoothed Mia’s hair back off her face. The dark circles beneath her eyes had gotten worse over the past few days. She had no doubt Mia’s destiny lay in Cymmera, as did her own. Eventually. But she desperately wanted to offer Mia the opportunity for a few years of normalcy. Friends, sleepovers, boyfriends…human boyfriends…proms…Ryleigh rolled her shoulders, the weight of responsibility sometimes too heavy a burden.

      When Mia’s soft snores became more rhythmic, and she would probably sleep the rest of the night, Ryleigh got up and moved quietly to the door. She reached for the light switch but thought better of the idea and left it on. No sense taking any chances Mia would wake frightened in the dark. She closed

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