Waking the Fae [BOOK ONE]

Chapter 27

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Rebecca landed with a thump, on something hard. Her hip absorbed most of the impact and she winced in pain, hoping she hadn't broken it. Thankfully, her hammering heart numbed the pain, to the point where it felt like nothing more than a tickle.

Glancing up, all she saw was darkness. She'd felt herself falling. And, even though she'd only ever been on a small slide before at an amusement park, she knew what it felt like. Whatever was up there she was thankful for.

Paranoia reared its ugly head, despite Rebecca's attempts at keeping it away. Were they looking for her? Had they seen her gracelessly dive through the small door? Was there a trap door that led to where she was; a secret tunnel?

Above her — and through what she now guessed was some sort of vent — she could hear shouting, accompanied by loud stomps.

Rebecca held her breath in an attempt to hear what they were saying. She caught snippets of conversation; Mikael's voice along with others she didn't know.

". . . General, she went through the door . . . where else . . . sir, she'll be found . . ."

"Find her . . . pay the price . . ."

"There's only one door . . . did she fly . . ."

". . . Can't fly, idiot . . . look for her . . ."

". . . Yes, sir, but . . . is she . . ."

"Not my problem . . . find her . . ."

Rebecca forced away any panic, relying solely on her survival instincts to get her through this — all whilst wishing they'd kick into overdrive. Overthinking was going to work against her. Taking the time to analyse every decision was a novelty she didn't have.

Rebecca droned out their voices, focusing on her current predicament. She had to find out where she was and a way out, otherwise they'd just catch her before she even got the chance to run.

First she felt underneath her. She knew she was lying on something hard, she'd felt it when she landed. It was cold. It couldn't be anything other than concrete.

Realising that, she was just glad she hadn't broken any bones. She'd broken her leg by falling off a swinging set as a child. Falling down a vent, after being chased by a General, and landing on a slab of concrete topped that easily. And she was uninjured after it — from watched she could tell anyway, considering she couldn't see.

This felt like déjà vu. She was reliving what had happened in the room before Mikael had walked in and decided to steal the limelight, before promptly telling her that it had all been a lie. That he was some sort of General, out to get Rebecca from the start.

Rebecca forced herself to lose the train of thought. Dwelling on it was only going to hinder her escape — and the odds were already stacked against her.

Her breathe caught as a light flipped on and she just hoped she was hidden being something. Knowing her luck, it was one of the people — faeries — Mikael had sent to find her.

Without moving an inch, she glanced around. There's was a concrete slab beneath her, above that a vent that was so dark, she couldn't see up it. Next to her was a stack of grey sheets. A laundry shoot, she realised, that's where she was. And, this time, Rebecca had become the laundry dumped down the shoot.