wind.
They had made it!
Lily let the relief show on her face as she turned to smile at Chase. The boat churned steadily towards the lighthouse. She let her lungs expand for just a minute, and then there was the flash of sunlight a blade.
“GET DOWN” screamed Chase, but he was too late.
The blade buried itself deep into Lily’s lower shoulder, just above her breast. Chase grabbed the wheel over her limp arm.
I must get us there , she thought, one last thought before she collapsed in a rush of blood and pain.
Chapter Nine
The boat hit the lighthouse dock with a jolt.
Chase was holding Lily with one hand, and steering with the other.
“We’re here.”
“Where?” said Lily. The ocean swam in front of her eyes.
“I’m going to carry you.”
“No.” Said Lily. “I can walk.”
“You’re losing a lot of blood.”
“I still don’t understand why we are at a lighthouse.”
They carefully limped up to the door, Lily focused on trying to stay conscious and not looking at the trail of blood that was following her. The same etching that once sat on Chase’s gravestone was carved into the door: two wings, held together by a straight line. Chase saw her looking at it.
“It’s the symbol for the grey-walkers” he said quickly.
Lily bit her lip in pain. “What if Sappho and Riggor follow us? What if they have a boat?”
“They don’t. And they can’t hurt you now even if they did. Once you make it to the lighthouse, every person- grey walker, mortal, or someone with the grey-sight - has sanctuary. Until…”
“Until?” Lily’s vision blurred.
“Until you have fallen out of House Fury’s graces. Then they will slit your throat and throw you into the sea.”
“Oh good” she slurred. Chase pulled the dangling key from his neck and pushed it into the lighthouse door. It swung open, and Lily saw a huge hulking form of a man standing behind it. Chase straightened up.
“In the greyest light…” he intoned ,
“ - shines the Fury.” The man replied. “You may enter.”
Chase scooped Lily up in his arms, cradling her head against his firm chest.
“Is that a grey-sight ?” asked the huge black man, his dark eyes glinting hungrily in the dark hallway.
“Yes, and she has sanctuary here.”
Chase carried her down a stairwell. They were going down, down, down. Lily drifted in and out of unconsciousness.
They were in a long, dark tunnel. Water dripped down on her face, her arms dangling below her. Blood, so much blood. Chase’s eyes, never leaving her face. The re was a black marble lobby, its ceiling covered with angels and demons. Or perhaps just demons.
“Stay awake, stay awake my love…” Chase’s face was the last thing she saw as she lost conscious. If she had to die, that was just the way she wanted to do it.
She awoke later, in white gossamer cloud. Confused, Lily moved her legs and felt a fine sheet wrapped around them. Phew. She wasn’t dead. Just in a bed. Lily went to push herself up. Fiery pain shot down her shoulder and into her arm, leaving her gasping for breath. She lay back against the pillows with a cry.
“You won’t want to really use that arm for a month or so.”, said someone in a kind, but unrecognizable voice. “Your tendons were almost severed.”
Lily squinted into the darkness. It all came flooding back to her. The lightning. Jess. Sappho’s dagger. Chase Husher. “ Where are you?” asked Lily. The man slouched slowly into the light.
The grey light that buzzed around him was brighter than normal. He was bald, with a long white beard that shifted and swayed when he walked. He wore a plain
They had made it!
Lily let the relief show on her face as she turned to smile at Chase. The boat churned steadily towards the lighthouse. She let her lungs expand for just a minute, and then there was the flash of sunlight a blade.
“GET DOWN” screamed Chase, but he was too late.
The blade buried itself deep into Lily’s lower shoulder, just above her breast. Chase grabbed the wheel over her limp arm.
I must get us there , she thought, one last thought before she collapsed in a rush of blood and pain.
Chapter Nine
The boat hit the lighthouse dock with a jolt.
Chase was holding Lily with one hand, and steering with the other.
“We’re here.”
“Where?” said Lily. The ocean swam in front of her eyes.
“I’m going to carry you.”
“No.” Said Lily. “I can walk.”
“You’re losing a lot of blood.”
“I still don’t understand why we are at a lighthouse.”
They carefully limped up to the door, Lily focused on trying to stay conscious and not looking at the trail of blood that was following her. The same etching that once sat on Chase’s gravestone was carved into the door: two wings, held together by a straight line. Chase saw her looking at it.
“It’s the symbol for the grey-walkers” he said quickly.
Lily bit her lip in pain. “What if Sappho and Riggor follow us? What if they have a boat?”
“They don’t. And they can’t hurt you now even if they did. Once you make it to the lighthouse, every person- grey walker, mortal, or someone with the grey-sight - has sanctuary. Until…”
“Until?” Lily’s vision blurred.
“Until you have fallen out of House Fury’s graces. Then they will slit your throat and throw you into the sea.”
“Oh good” she slurred. Chase pulled the dangling key from his neck and pushed it into the lighthouse door. It swung open, and Lily saw a huge hulking form of a man standing behind it. Chase straightened up.
“In the greyest light…” he intoned ,
“ - shines the Fury.” The man replied. “You may enter.”
Chase scooped Lily up in his arms, cradling her head against his firm chest.
“Is that a grey-sight ?” asked the huge black man, his dark eyes glinting hungrily in the dark hallway.
“Yes, and she has sanctuary here.”
Chase carried her down a stairwell. They were going down, down, down. Lily drifted in and out of unconsciousness.
They were in a long, dark tunnel. Water dripped down on her face, her arms dangling below her. Blood, so much blood. Chase’s eyes, never leaving her face. The re was a black marble lobby, its ceiling covered with angels and demons. Or perhaps just demons.
“Stay awake, stay awake my love…” Chase’s face was the last thing she saw as she lost conscious. If she had to die, that was just the way she wanted to do it.
She awoke later, in white gossamer cloud. Confused, Lily moved her legs and felt a fine sheet wrapped around them. Phew. She wasn’t dead. Just in a bed. Lily went to push herself up. Fiery pain shot down her shoulder and into her arm, leaving her gasping for breath. She lay back against the pillows with a cry.
“You won’t want to really use that arm for a month or so.”, said someone in a kind, but unrecognizable voice. “Your tendons were almost severed.”
Lily squinted into the darkness. It all came flooding back to her. The lightning. Jess. Sappho’s dagger. Chase Husher. “ Where are you?” asked Lily. The man slouched slowly into the light.
The grey light that buzzed around him was brighter than normal. He was bald, with a long white beard that shifted and swayed when he walked. He wore a plain
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