Hag Night (55 page)

The drink must have just been stronger than she’d initially thought. After all, it had burned like all Hell on the way down. Even though she could drink Katy and Jessie under the table on any given day, she’d run her body through a lot of hard cycles that night, long before her old friends had come and picked her up.

The walls swam around her. Through the darkness, she saw red-scaled serpents slinking between the office chairs in the study. A blue-eyed imp gnawing on the ankle of an unseen victim. She heard an army of hooves pounding the floor above her, felt the bodies writhing against the walls for freedom.

She was losing it. Fast.

“ ... Katy ... ” she tried again.

It was no use. Katy wouldn’t risk another look at her until she was sure it was finished. Not until she had her completely knocked out and Blake and Vic (or some of the orderlies) had carried her limp body to the room on the third floor. Of course, Doreen didn’t know this. She just knew that the whole house seemed to vibrate beneath her and that she heard voices laughing from the shadows at every corner.

Not Lindsey ...

The sentiment surprised her even as the last of her consciousness slipped away and terror set in. She had never been very close to Lindsey (who’d sided with Katy on all the important issues) and never thought she would be the one to think of others when the shit really hit the fan. She couldn’t help feeling that she deserved a little of what was happening to her, but not Lindsey. Not unless Lindsey was somehow Katy’s accomplice.

... That bitch ...

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