swallowed nervously. “It seems my soul brought back some extra abilities with it from Hades.” She looked at the teens gathered around her. “You have to decide now if you want to stay here or go. I can’t make the decision for you and I can’t keep the doorway open very long. It’s too dangerous.”
The teens looked at each other. One by one they started going through the shadowy veil until only Raven and Ethan were left.
“Go,” said Ethan.
Raven shook her head. “I have to be the last one through so I can close it.”
“Ethan!” Cerberus’s voice rose above the chaos. A wave of power sent the Hell Hounds to their knees, stopping all the fighting.
Ethan looked at his dad, staring at him for several seconds. He broke his stare and took Raven’s hand and led her through the shadow door.
CHAPTER 4
I’ve he ard of people who have such horrible experiences, their minds block out the events. I sometimes wonder if that’s what’s happened to me. I mean—and it sounds really ridiculous—but I’m really scared of Sam Westing and his house. I just don’t understand why.
I don’t remember anything bad happening to me over at his house. And I don’t remember him doing anything to me. But something about him scares me. I hope one day I’ll be able to remember.
--Raven Weir’s journal
“How can you stand there and say the zombie attack was no big deal?” The power behind Ethan’s anger had the other Hell Hounds whimpering in pain the same way Cerberus’s power affected his Hell Hounds.
“Because it wasn’t a big deal. It happened. It’s over with.” Raven plopped her fists on her hips and glared at Ethan. “I bought the t-shirt, sprinkled it with holy water, and buried it with the zombie. End of story!” She felt the waves of anger rolling off of him, but ignored them.
“It’s bad enough you ditched Leslie and the girls and went wandering around town on your own, but you were attacked by a zombie. It’s definitely not the end of the story.” Ethan opened and closed his hands over and over, fighting the urge to grab Raven by the shoulders and shake some sense into her. “You could have been seriously hurt or worse. What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking I needed to stop the thing before I got hurt or worse, someone else got hurt. Besides, the zombie wasn’t very fast moving, and I was more shocked at seeing the thing than anything else. It’s not every day you see a dead body walking around.” There was no way she was going to tell him about the zombie wielding a knife or the fact her hands got sliced open because her powers failed her. That would really send him over the top.
Ethan cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow at Raven.
“Don’t even think it.” Raven poked Ethan’s chest with her finger. “I’m not a zombie.”
“But technically you were dead. And Persephone did return your soul to your body.”
“Key words. My. Soul.” Raven poked him again but a little harder. “It was my soul returned to my body. Therefore, I’m not a zombie. Do you see any rotted body parts lying around?”
“No, but that’s just a technicality.” Ethan grinned at her.
“You are so not funny. For your information, a zombie is a dead body that’s had another person’s soul shoved into it. That’s why it doesn’t function very well.”
“And you know this how?” Ethan crossed his arms.
“Persephone told me, and don’t give me that look.” Raven frowned slightly. “Persephone said it’s a project Hades has been working on for centuries. Would you quit giving me that look? It’s mean and I don’t like it.”
“I’m not being mean to you. I’m worried about your safety and the chances you take with it.” Ethan took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The angry waves lessened in intensity, causing several of the closer Hell Hounds to sigh in relief.
“You need to get a grip on that anger thing of yours.” Raven raised an eyebrow at him. The
The teens looked at each other. One by one they started going through the shadowy veil until only Raven and Ethan were left.
“Go,” said Ethan.
Raven shook her head. “I have to be the last one through so I can close it.”
“Ethan!” Cerberus’s voice rose above the chaos. A wave of power sent the Hell Hounds to their knees, stopping all the fighting.
Ethan looked at his dad, staring at him for several seconds. He broke his stare and took Raven’s hand and led her through the shadow door.
CHAPTER 4
I’ve he ard of people who have such horrible experiences, their minds block out the events. I sometimes wonder if that’s what’s happened to me. I mean—and it sounds really ridiculous—but I’m really scared of Sam Westing and his house. I just don’t understand why.
I don’t remember anything bad happening to me over at his house. And I don’t remember him doing anything to me. But something about him scares me. I hope one day I’ll be able to remember.
--Raven Weir’s journal
“How can you stand there and say the zombie attack was no big deal?” The power behind Ethan’s anger had the other Hell Hounds whimpering in pain the same way Cerberus’s power affected his Hell Hounds.
“Because it wasn’t a big deal. It happened. It’s over with.” Raven plopped her fists on her hips and glared at Ethan. “I bought the t-shirt, sprinkled it with holy water, and buried it with the zombie. End of story!” She felt the waves of anger rolling off of him, but ignored them.
“It’s bad enough you ditched Leslie and the girls and went wandering around town on your own, but you were attacked by a zombie. It’s definitely not the end of the story.” Ethan opened and closed his hands over and over, fighting the urge to grab Raven by the shoulders and shake some sense into her. “You could have been seriously hurt or worse. What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking I needed to stop the thing before I got hurt or worse, someone else got hurt. Besides, the zombie wasn’t very fast moving, and I was more shocked at seeing the thing than anything else. It’s not every day you see a dead body walking around.” There was no way she was going to tell him about the zombie wielding a knife or the fact her hands got sliced open because her powers failed her. That would really send him over the top.
Ethan cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow at Raven.
“Don’t even think it.” Raven poked Ethan’s chest with her finger. “I’m not a zombie.”
“But technically you were dead. And Persephone did return your soul to your body.”
“Key words. My. Soul.” Raven poked him again but a little harder. “It was my soul returned to my body. Therefore, I’m not a zombie. Do you see any rotted body parts lying around?”
“No, but that’s just a technicality.” Ethan grinned at her.
“You are so not funny. For your information, a zombie is a dead body that’s had another person’s soul shoved into it. That’s why it doesn’t function very well.”
“And you know this how?” Ethan crossed his arms.
“Persephone told me, and don’t give me that look.” Raven frowned slightly. “Persephone said it’s a project Hades has been working on for centuries. Would you quit giving me that look? It’s mean and I don’t like it.”
“I’m not being mean to you. I’m worried about your safety and the chances you take with it.” Ethan took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The angry waves lessened in intensity, causing several of the closer Hell Hounds to sigh in relief.
“You need to get a grip on that anger thing of yours.” Raven raised an eyebrow at him. The
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