❛𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒!❜
⸻ in which Rory Hargrove is obsessed to uncover
the truth behind Barbara Holland's disappearance, while
facing her brother's enemy and buried se...
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AS SHE ENTERED THE CABIN, she couldn't stop a nervous shiver from running down her spine. She swallowed in a vain attempt to calm her racing heart, which threatened to burst from her ribs.
Joyce was behind her. Rory glanced over the shoulder to receive a smile of encouragement and a gentle pat on the back.
With short, slow steps she approached the sleeping boy, tied to a chair with ropes, his chin close to his chest.
Rory, you can do this. You have to do it. Echoed on her mind.
She crouched down slowly, her knees bent on the floor. Will's shiny hair, brightened by the spotlight, almost brushed the lashes of his closed eyes. Rory believed that the fact that he was asleep made it apparently easier to see into his mind than if he were awake.
"I'm sorry. I hope it doesn't hurt." She murmured between her teeth, trying to calm herself.
She took a deep breath, her breathing coming out shakier than usual. She closed her eyes and rested her hands on the boy's cold knees.
She had no idea how to awaken the energy that was boiling inside her. Most likely she would make a fool of herself for not even being able to put into practice what Steve forced her to admit in front of everyone.
The only alternative she had was to try to remember that night on the empty lake in the upside world. The nebulous, majestic monster moving across the dark sky amidst thunderous, red lightning. The fear. The energy coursing through her limbs, chilled by that strange cold. Her mind touching his mind like an impulse. An ethereal connection.
But this time she wasn't going to contact the shadow, now it was Will.
"Do you think this will work?" Her thoughts were interrupted by Hopper's deep voice in a monotone, next to Joyce. But it wasn't Joyce who answered his question.
"Yes, I do. I really do."
It was Steve. He was there to see her fail, even though he believe she wasn't going to. Mike and Jonathan were there too, standing anxiously beside them.
The girl relaxed her tense muscles and slumped her shoulders with a sigh.
"I don't think I'm going to make it. It was something so natural that I don't feel capable of replicating it." Rory gasped, still kneeling on the floor, looking at the faces of the people standing behind her.
