Verum (The Nocte Trilogy 2)

“Help!” I scream.

But no one listens.

No one cares because I’m invisible.

I don’t exist anymore.

I want to scream and howl at the sky, but it would do no good.

The night is a prison, a prison, a prison.

But the morning will kill me.

I know it.

I feel it.

I am.

I am.

I am.

I am lost.

And no one can save me.

Chapter 18

I’m restless.

So very restless.

So I get dressed in a modest outfit, something befitting of a Savage so that Eleanor can’t complain, slacks and a short-sleeved pink sweater. Afterward, I find Jones downstairs.

“Do you think you could drive me into town?” I ask him. His answer is immediate.

“Of course, miss.”

I wait out front for the car, and as we’re pulling away, down the drive, I have the oddest sensation… like I’m being watched.

The hair stands up on my neck, and I twist around to see out the rear window.

A curtain in the very top of Whitley falls closed, as though someone had been standing there.

As though someone had been watching me.

I swallow hard, and turn back around.

I’m in a car. No one can hurt me here.

That’s what I tell myself as we drive into town.

“Where to, Miss Price?” Jones ask me when we reach the outskirts.

I don’t know.

“Can you take me somewhere my mother used to go?” I ask hesitantly. Because I miss her. I want to feel close to her, even it’s just an illusion.