And here is an Excerpt from Of Gaea:
“Ghi, you came!” A woman practically attacked Ghita with her hug.
Ari only watched bemused, then melded into shock when the woman pulled away to look at her. There was no mistaking the woman for anyone other than Lyris. She was an identical twin... to Ghita.
“This must be Ariadne.” She glanced quickly over the wheelchair and then at Ari. “I’m so glad you came.”
Ari looked to her mother for help but Ghita was shaking hands and speaking to two people nearby. Ari looked back at Lyris. “Yes, I’m Ariadne. Please call me Ari.”
“Wonderful,” Lyris beamed at her. “Would you like to go for a walk? I would like a walk.”
“I…” Ari glanced over at her mother again who was still preoccupied. She wasn’t entirely certain it was a good idea being so far away from the responsible adults. Lyris’s face, however, didn’t leave any room for a gentle let down. “Sure, um, where do you walk?”
“Oh,” Lyris giggled childishly. “I’ll take you to my favorite place.” Before Ari could stop her Lyris was behind the wheelchair pushing. “Tell me all about you, Ariadne. I want to know everything.”
“But shouldn’t we tell Mom?” Ari began to swivel around when something sharp was press against the back of her neck.
“No, I don’t think so.” Lyris’s voice never lost its cheerful tone.
Ari swallowed nervously. Two thoughts swirled through her mind. The first: she was being held hostage by a crazy person. The second: she had broken her promise to Sasha. She doubted anyone would have foreseen her current situation though. Who could have predicted a crazy person smart enough to conceal a sharp object and hold a person in a wheelchair hostage?
“We’re going to play a game of hide and seek. If we’re crafty about it, they won’t find us for a good bit.” Lyris was still cheerful and the sharp object still pressed dangerously to the back of Ari’s neck. “Did you know there are a set of nerves back here that if I slice through all of them will render you dead? Interesting fact isn’t it?”
“Mom will worry about us. She loves us both very much.” Ari protested gently. Lyris was scarily cheerful, and Ari preferred that than whatever angry might look like. She definitely didn’t want to risk seeing firsthand what happened if Lyris’s composure was broken. If her aunt held a knife while smiling cheerfully, who’s to say she wouldn’t slit Ari’s throat in anger?
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