Caleb Meets PaigeThe redhead from Gia’s group, the one they called Paige stepped toward me. A strange girl that hung out with a gang of Walkers posing as humans showing up at my house can’t be a good thing.
“What’s up, Paige?” I asked nervously. Something about the way she stalked toward me without saying another word bothered me. With her fiery red hair flapping in the wind, she kept her gaze locked on my face and held her hands out to the sides. The streetlights played on her pale skin, giving it a weird glow. There was nothing normal about her.
I walked backward until my backside hit the tree behind me. Next thing I knew, my body was pinned against it. Some kind of invisible force held me down. I couldn’t move an inch. My injured arm throbbed under the pressure. I clamped down on my bottom lip. Whatever she did was crushing me.
“What the—what are you doing to me?”
I wanted to slam my hands over my ears. There was this ringing in my ears that hurt like crazy. Not only did it echo in my mind, but the throb also made me feel like someone was shaking my head, turning my brain into mush.
“I want you to remember tonight, Caleb. When you fall asleep, the things you forgot will begin to come back to you,” Paige said in what sounded like a chorus of demonic tones from hell. Seriously, I felt like somebody threw me into one of those stupid Saw movies that Kyle and Shani liked to watch all of the time.
“Can a get a little hint on what I’m supposed to remember?” I said through the pain.
She gave me a wicked smile. “I need to know a tiny thing—an insignificant little nuisance, really. I need to know the name of the one who watches over you.”
I made a light laugh, even though not a thing was funny. She was talking about Gia’s real name. I was pretty sure of it. “That’s easy. Her name is Gia.”
“That’s a fake human label, and you know it,” she hissed. The pull on my injured arm deepened to a dizzying level of pain. I cried out.
I liked it better when the Walkers were quiet little spirits drifting through my room, minding their own business, and leaving me out of their issues. Now, here I stood with my body pinned against a tree and getting tortured by weird bell noises. Note to self: Gia’s got some real explaining to do tomorrow.
“Caleb!” Mom called. Her voice had never sounded so sweet. And this was coming from a guy who would never in his life admit that. Well, not out loud, anyway.
Paige scowled and hissed just before she jerked her face back toward me.
“I’ll return soon, handsomely one. Get the name.” She moved real close to my body. I wanted to throw up because my stomach turned with nausea and my voice caught in my throat. This chick was bad news all year long.
“Don’t feel sad. If she doesn’t want you, then I’m waiting patiently in the wings.” On that note, she kissed my cheek with her lips that felt like ice cubes. A strange odor surrounded her. It reminded me of salt water and some other strange smell.
Dark Seraphine (Seraphine Trilogy, #1)
by KaSonndra Leigh * YA paranormal*Paperback & e-book, 230 pages *Published October 21st 2012 by Createspace (first published October 16th 2012)
"Mom always says the angels walk among us. She forgot to tell me that sometimes they're not all fluffy and nice."
Seventeen-year-old Caleb Wood has seen people he calls the walkers since he was a baby. It didn't take long for him to realize something…no one can see these strangers but him. They never stuck around or tried to touch him. And they never said a word. That was until one day on the first day of class in his senior year when an incredibly gorgeous girl strolls into his life…and things are never the same again.
Soon Caleb realizes he has stepped into the middle of a growing conflict between two celestial races. And his ability to see the invisible ones, the half-breeds that want to modify the human race, just might be the only hope both he and the mysterious, but infuriating Gia have of making it out alive.
About the author: KaSonndra Leigh
KaSonndra Leigh was born in Charlotte, North Carolina. She now lives in the City of Alchemy and Medicine, North Carolina. Her two sons, aka the X-Men, have made her promise to write a boy book next.
She holds the MFA in creative writing, and loves to play CLUE, Monopoly (the Indiana Jones version), and Pandora's Box (good writer's block therapy). She lives in an L-shaped house with a garden dedicated to her grandmother. It has a secret library complete with fairies, Venetian plastered walls, and a desk made out of clear blue glass.