Chomp

Chapter 26

CHAPTER 26:

A buzzing sound jolted me from my sleep. Groaning, I reached a hand out and searched blindly for the blinking object interrupting my slumber. Ray shifted beside me, cracking a tired eye open. The caller I.D. read "Lizzie" and I was tempted not to answer, but my instincts told me that it was important. Lifting the receiver to my ear, Lizzie spoke a mile a minute.

"Hello?" 

"I don't know what to do, they keep asking for you and I just want them to go away," she waled causing me to sit up, "They said they're going to kill me. I don't want to die Leonardo! They took-" her voice cut off and was replaced with shuffling and a grunt in the background. 

The line went dead and I was quickly on my feet, tossing aside the comforter and shaking Ray although she was already awake. "Get up! Lizzie's in trouble," I said briskly grabbing a pair of jeans and shoving my feet into a pair of sneakers. 

Ray sat up slowly and yawned. "What kind of trouble? I mean, this is Lizzie Miller we're talking about." 

"Doesn't matter but I'm pretty sure this one is on us ," I rushed out grabbing my keys from my dresser and slipping into my hoodie. 

Ray didn't bother changing out of her skimpy pajamas and slipped into her leather biker boots. Stretching, she followed me down the stairs and we made our way outside to where her motorcycle was parked in the driveway. 

"So where is she?" Ray asked with a hand on her hip as I hurriedly slapped on my helmet. 

"I don't know but we should check her house first," I suggested prepared to give her address in case Ray didn't already know it. 

"Just give me the phone. I can track her much faster that way," she said taking my phone into her hands. Flipping the seat of her bike up, she retrieved a small pouch I hadn't even seen. It reminded me of a purse- the kind in the shape of a small velvet sack. "Didn't think I'd be using this anytime soon."

"What is that?" I quizzed watching as she removed a thin glass vile of green gunk from the purse. Uncorking it, she down the thick liquid cringing from the taste before her eyes began to glow a fluorescent gold. 

"It's a potion Celtic whipped up for me in case of emergency to track you and your brother," Ray explained pausing for a moment and just staring into space. Once her eyes dimmed, she turned to me with a serious expression on her face. "Jacey Green."

My mouth fell open and my brows scrunched in confusion. "Jacey? As in weird Jacey who throws all the parties? But---" 

"I doubt that she's in on it but there's only one way to find out," Ray exclaimed putting on her own helmet and climbing onto her motorcycle with me behind her. 

For the first time since we'd met, I didn't find myself turning red or distancing myself from her. Maybe it was the fact that we had spent the last couple of hours spooning in my bed, but either way I was content with the situation. Lizzie was another story and she was going to flip out when we showed up to rescue her. 

Ray drove beyond the speed limit zooming between cars and trucks alike to reach Lizzie as fast as possible. I clung to her fearing the worst as she skid to a stop and kicked down the stand. Ray and I looked at each other and then at the quiet street. Every light in the mansion was off as far as I could tell which made me feel even more anxious. Lizzie's house wasn't too far from here and that bothered me even more. 

"Stay out here," Ray ordered looking upon the house with determination, "If anything happens to me or it gets out of hand, summon Celtic." Reaching into her boot, she handed me what resembled the crystals embedded into the walls of the elvin palace.