The Midnight Society: Penumbra Part 18

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I shook my head. "As I said, I'm sure we can both be mature about this."

Lincoln nodded.

I slowly made my way into the bed and slipped beneath the covers, leaving enough of distance between Lincoln and myself.

"Goodnight," he said, with a warm smile. "Sweet dreams."

"They're never sweet," I said.



"Maybe sleeping in the same bed as me will change some of that?" he grinned.

I smacked him on the side of the arm. "Dork," I teased, doing my best to conceal a smile of my own.

"I used to be so charming," he muttered as he turned to his side, facing away from me.

As I lay there on the stiff sofa bed, a loose spring jamming into my bare thigh, I couldn't help but stare at the ceiling and listen to the sounds of breathing all around me.

Beau, who lied about this s.h.i.+tty sofa bed being comfortable, was snoring gently in his own little corner, not at all concerned that he had invited two complete strangers into his home. Though, I still couldn't allow myself to completely trust him, there was the idea that someone who could play the violin as beautifully as he did couldn't possibly be all that bad.

And then there was Lincoln lying next to me, whose breathing sounded so much different from the last man I shared a bed with. Whereas Shadow's breaths were heavy and long, Lincoln's were short staccatos, gentle and almost whimsical in nature.

I had no clue why I was trying to compare their intake of oxygen. Lincoln was right, I definitely needed to sleep.

I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to drift, first to Beau's violin-which pried open the door to my pa.s.sion for music again, the same door I had sealed shut after watching Justin burn-and then to Lincoln, who had suffered just as much as anyone else in this d.a.m.ned world. Yet he still put on that brave face of his and went out of his way to make me feel whole again.

It was the sounds of Lincoln's breathing which I fell asleep to.

I waded through the murky dark waters of the swamp, heading towards the light in the distance. The sky was the color of ink and if it weren't for the faint yellow glow in the distance, drawing me towards it like an invisible towline, I would have believed I'd gone blind. The only sound I heard was the water, disturbed by my body moving through it, and the whispers of men. Whether they were alive or dead, I couldn't tell.

I should have been scared, but I wasn't. I was a woman without hope, and without that, what was there left for me to fear?

I saw him, sitting on a large boulder that protruded from out of the black water. He was holding a candle while a long, rusted iron chain was shackled around his neck, the end of it falling deep into the swamp.

I was wrong. There was still something that terrified me-facing Justin.

In all the other dreams and visions I had, Justin never spoke, but this time he did.

"I thought you said goodbye to me," he said.

"I tried to," I replied.

"Yet here I am."

I walked up to boulder where he sat and touched the smooth, wet stone. Meanwhile all around us, the whispering continued.

Where was I? Was this h.e.l.l?

No, it was impossible. Justin didn't belong here.

"Please, tell me you accept my apology," I said. "That you forgive me for what I did to you."

Justin lifted up the candle up to my face and studied it. "You're crying," he said.

"Of course I am," I replied, as I wiped away the wetness from my cheeks. "I watched you burn."

He looked at the flame from the candle. "Oh, right," he replied. "I guess I should keep this away from me then." He placed the candle back onto the boulder and looked at me with grey, lifeless eyes. "You said goodbye to me today."

"I had to," I said, "And not because I want to forget about you. I think I'm going insane."

"Sorry," Justin said.

"Do you forgive me?"

"Have you earned forgiveness yet?"

I shook my head. "I don't know how I can ever earn your forgiveness," I replied.

Justin looked at me and frowned. "Oh, I think you know how, Aria," he said. Suddenly, out of the depths of the water behind him, a dark figure emerged from the waters like the terrible creature she was.

It was Sinister, dressed in the terrifying executioner's garb that she wore at the Inferno.

I wanted grab her by the head and shove it deep down into the swamp water, filling her lungs with the black liquid.

But I couldn't. I was frozen in my place.

Despite my desire to avenge Justin, I was terrified of her too.

I watched as she lifted the end of the chain, attached to Justin's neck, out of the water. She began laughing at me-not in her feminine voice filled with honey and wine-but in the dark twisted one that sounded like the cracking of bones. It was the same voice that had given the orders to set Justin on fire.

Justin looked at me sadly, shrugged, and then lifted himself off the rock and jumped into the water.

"I'll see you later," he said, as he slowly turned his back to me and began wading through the water towards Sinister.

I tried to call out to him, but an invisible hand covered my mouth, forcing me into silence.

Sinister stared at me with her poisonous eyes before turning away from me as well, towing the chain that held Justin captive. I watched helplessly as the two disappeared into the darkness-Justin forever bound to that devil in red lipstick.

And then I woke up.

"Aria?" Lincoln sat up in the bed and rested a firm hand on my shoulder.

I had woken up in a panic. I was breathing hard, like a chain smoker after running a marathon.

I covered my face with my hands, a weak attempt to hide my ugly tears.

"You alright?" he asked.

I cleared my thoughts and took a deep, calming breath.

I turned to see if I had woken up Beau as well. His bed was empty.

"Just another bad dream, that's all," I said, turning my attention to Lincoln. He genuinely looked concerned.

"Same nightmare as before?" he asked.

No, this time it was different. There was something about this nightmare that felt too real.

"Lincoln, when we find Calisto, tell me what you plan on doing," I asked.

He didn't reply.

"Tell me what we're going to do to her."

"When we find Sinister-"

I was quick to cut him off.

"Calisto," I corrected him. "d.a.m.n it, Lincoln, call her by her name. Lucifer is still Satan and the Grim Reaper is still Death."

He looked at me with glossy eyes, and finally nodded.

"Calisto," he said.

"What are we going to do when we find her?" I asked once more.

"Whatever Shadow wants to-"

I cut him off again.

"She's still his sister," I said. "I don't think Shadow will be able to do what's needed. It's up to us."

"And what's needed to be done?" Lincoln asked.

"We'll need to kill that b.i.t.c.h," I replied, "For Justin and for your friends."

Lincoln sighed. "Aria, when the time comes, will you be able to stick the knife into her heart and twist it?"

"Yes," I said without hesitation.

He shook his head.

"Think about it longer. Really think about it. Are you willing to take another life again?"

I thought of the boy who I had murdered in Calisto's condo. s.h.i.+t, who was I kidding? Lincoln was right.

I had killed someone in cold blood once, and it had ruined me-a dark cancerous spot on my conscience that I could never rid myself of.

"I don't know," I said as I buried my hands in my face once again. I was exasperated. "I don't know what I'm saying or thinking anymore. Everything is one big mess. I'm about to fall over the edge."

Lincoln wrapped a firm arm around my waist and whispered into my ear.

"I won't let you fall," he said.

I looked at him. His eyes were illuminated by the moon, high above the New Orleans' skyline.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He licked his lips, and then said, "I'll never allow you to lose who you are Aria," he said. "The day that I met you, you were this lovely girl with an angel's touch. I'm sorry that you were dragged into all of this-dragged into the Midnight Society."

I took a deep breath and remembered the day I stepped through the hallway of the Tremaine estate, how exciting everything was at the beginning of this adventure. And now...and now-f.u.c.k.

"Calisto will pay for what she did," Lincoln continued. "She hurt us all. However, her punishment isn't up to you, nor I. Accept whatever fate comes to her, and then move on, Aria, just move on far away from all of this, from all of us."

"I can't run away from you and Shadow," I said. "Don't you see? I have nowhere to run to. I have no one who wants me."

Lincoln brushed the hair from out of my eyes. "Someone would have to be insane not to want you."

For a moment, I thought he was going to move in for a kiss, but he pulled back, the look of guilt transparent in his eyes. I felt his arm unravel from around me as he cleared his throat.

"Sorry-" he started to say.

I shook my head, grabbed his arm and positioned it back around my waist. It felt nice to be held again.

He looked at me, surprised, before pulling away from me once again. "Shadow-" he began.

"Doesn't care about me anymore," I said. "Have you been in contact with him?"

"Yes."

"If that doork.n.o.b still loves me, why doesn't he have you put me on the phone?" I asked.

"He's a complicated guy," Lincoln said, "I'm sure he has his reasons-"

I cut Lincoln off again. "If you loved someone with all your heart, wouldn't you want to hear their voice? Wouldn't Shadow have wanted to hear my voice?"

Lincoln paused for a moment. "Yes."

"I thought so," I said as I lay back down, Lincoln's arm still wrapped around me. "I had another one of my s.h.i.+tty dreams again. I want you to hold me."

There was a brief pause, before Lincoln responded with, "Alright."

I nuzzled my head into his chest, and listened to the beating of his heart. It ignited a fire inside me with its lively rhythm-like the sounds of wild drums.

His smell was exotic too-a sweet spice that filled me with an insatiable hunger that could only be fulfilled by his touch.

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