by Amy Vansant
“Me neither.”
Michael nodded toward the cage. “Luckily for you you’re still enough of a Sentinel and enough of a ghost that the cage was unable to hold you. Otherwise, you’d still be in there with Seth.”
Con turned and looked behind him. A gray cloud of mist writhed inside the bars of the humming cage. A human hand or face appeared in the swirling mix, only to dissolve into unidentifiable matter a moment later.
“Did you know I’d be able to escape the cage?” asked Con, horrified by Seth’s appearance and the thought of spending an eternity with him in a cage.
“No.”
Con turned and stared at him.
“You’re an asshole.”
Michael shrugged.
Con dropped his aching head into his hands and rubbed his eyes.
“What is this place?”
“Meili held me captive here. He left me with Keira, who thought it a fun game to reach between the bars and siphon me every hour or two.”
“Really? What happened to Keira?”
Michael nodded towards a pile of ash on the floor beside the cage.
“Ah. She’s lost weight.”
“The cage was built to hold Angeli. When I realized you might be able to hold Seth long enough for me to transport him to the cage, I took my chance.”
Con stared at what remained of Seth. The little bit of him still in Seth’s possession was within his reach, if the Perfidian Arch would just stop swirling around and take a proper human shape.
“Well, good job, I guess,” said Con. “You’re a fecking genius. Now what?”
“I have to rest for a bit. Transporting both of you here wiped me out. I have to figure out which Angeli I trust, and summon them to keep an eye on Seth while we decide what to do with him. I need to recover Leo.”
Con rolled his eyes.
“I mean what now for me? I don’t care what Angel shite you’re up to. Where am I? Where is Anne?”
“She’s still in Virginia. We’re in South Carolina.”
“So, she’s no idea what’s happened to us?”
Michael shook his head.
Con put his hands in his pockets and ran his tongue across his teeth as he considered this.
“She’s going to be pissed,” he said, after a moment.
Michael nodded.
“Yes,” he said. “Yes, she is.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Amy Vansant is the editor of the best-selling Moms Are Nuts humor anthology, former editor for Surfer Magazine, and author of The Surfer's Guide to Florida. She writes humor for places like McSweeney's Internet Tendencies, Barnes and Noble Review and others. You can read more at her humor/self promotional site, http://AmyVansant.com. Or follow her on Twitter @AmyVansant. She’d like that. Be a dear.
Amy lives in Maryland with her husband Michael and their Labradoodle, Gordon. Both Mike and Gordon were in this book. Amy has a limited imagination. Amy also has a niece named Camden who insisted she be mentioned here. The other three nieces aren’t quite as pushy.