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PART 2
The words rang loudly in my ears.
“Are you ready to die?”
How does one answer that question?
“Uh, could we backtrack real quick?” Danielle asked. She sounded remarkably calm about all this. “Who, exactly, is ‘we’?”
“Well,” Wolfe replied, straightening his posture a bit, but as he was undead and British, there wasn’t much to straighten, “That’d be me and me dead blokes.”
“Oh,” I said, nodding my head. I turned to Danielle. “Now can we leave now?”
Danni gave me a vigorous nod. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea to me.”
We did a one-eighty and started running away as fast as we could. Behind us, I heard Wolfe’s voice echo one last time. “‘Fraid you’re not gonna get outta this that easily, kiddos.”
We rounded a sharp corner and came to a screeching halt when two slabs of marble flew off opposite walls and smashed into each other. I reached forward and yanked Danielle down alongside me. Most of the tiny pieces of marble only grazed our backs. We raised our heads and when the smoke cleared, I was able to make out two figures struggling out of the two open tombs. ↓ Read the rest of this entry…






