ChaPter 2 - Carnival of Souls by Melissa Marr

Carnival of souls
Mallory thought about the few possessions her father
carried rather than allow the movers to pack and ship, and she
could think of nothing valuable enough to kill for. “Could you
give it back so we can stop running?”
Adam lifted his head. “I’d sooner die—and he’d kill me
either way. They don’t think like witches, Mals, and he’s their
ruler. It would be a sign of weakness to let me live.”
“There has to be another option,” she insisted. “Our
choices are run or die? That’s it? Maybe you can have someone
else return it to them. Evelyn is strong and—”
“No!” he snapped. After a shuddering breath, he said
evenly, “I’ll come up with a plan. We’ll be okay. You’ll be
careful, and we’ll move as often as we have to. If I die, you go
to Evelyn.”
He held his hand out to her, and she went to his side.
Mallory blinked away tears as her father held her. This
was her future for as long as she could imagine, running and
hoping the monsters didn’t find them.
I hate daimons.
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