Free The Garden of Death by L.L Hunter Page B

awful amount of
power. I could feel it all around. I saw flashes of purple and
green and felt its heat surrounding me. You shouldn’t have
exhausted yourself like that.”
    “But I needed to, Ash. I needed to give you
your soul back because I need you to help me. It’s almost midnight,
and we still have to harvest a lot more souls before the zombie
creatures begin to rise out of the ground.”
    I looked down at my hands. I shouldn’t be
angry with her. I knew she was only trying to help me, but I really
hoped this didn’t affect the capacity in which I could help. I
didn’t know if I would be stronger with my soul or stronger without
it. After all, I kind of do miss sneaking up on Jazmine and Markus
and following Cecelia around unnoticed. Oh, well, if this meant I
could be with Eden more in the physical sense, then heck, I did
want that. I wanted that a whole lot. The sex we had in the dingy
hotel room was amazing, but imagine how amazing it would be when we
could both feel each other completely—body, heart and soul.
    “Sorry. I am glad.” I gave her a smile so
she could see that I wasn’t mad at her. She smiled back and stood
up.
    “Come on, we have work to do.”

Chapter Twenty- Five

    Eden

    We went straight back to transferring souls
into the little crystal Soul Spheres, and it wasn’t long until
Abraham informed us that we had only five minutes until midnight.
Asher and I picked up the pace, and that was when I noticed that
the souls weren’t affected by Asher like they used to be.
    “Asher!”
    “What?” he asked, with his hand reaching
halfway up to Abraham’s staff. He almost dropped the sphere.
    “The souls aren’t doing that weird thing
anymore.”
    “What weird thing?”
    “They’re not jumping around like over
caffeinated fleas.”
    He looked down at the newly captured soul
inside the sphere in his hand and smiled.
    “You’re right. It must be because I was a
ghost or something before or missing my soul. That’s strange.”
    “Very strange.”
    We quickly got back to work when all of a
sudden Abraham abruptly stood and took the staff out of the ground
where he had lodged it.
    “It’s time.”
    “We haven’t finished. There are still more
souls to collect.”
    “I know. We’re going to have to hope and
pray that their lost souls are amongst the ones already
harvested.”
    I could tell Asher wanted to ask what he was
talking about, but he didn’t get a chance. The earth quaked
violently beneath our feet. I had to grip Asher’s arm to stay
balanced. That was when I noticed the hand that was clawing its way
out of the ground in front of us.
    “Holy crap, it’s like a freaking Michael
Jackson video!” Asher exclaimed. I stifled the urge to squeal or
scream at the sight of the undead figures climbing out of their
graves. I heard a groan, and that was when I noticed the zombie
creature wasn’t the only one rising from the dead.
    “There’s more. We’re surrounded!” I huddled
in close to Asher and waited for Abraham to do something or to tell
us what to do. Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up, Abraham!
    As if he could hear my thoughts—he probably
could—Abraham picked up the bag full of freshly harvested souls,
reached inside muttering something incoherent, or in another
language that I couldn’t quite understand, before pulling out a
Soul Sphere.
    “What’s going on?” Asher whispered.
    “I’m not sure.” I had no clue what Abraham
was doing. Really, he was a crappy teacher. If this was meant to be
my job, then I was meant to know how to do what he was doing, but
he hadn’t taught me anything other than how to manifest my own
Trait into a pretty awesome purple orb. In regards to giving lost
souls back to zombies, my orb wielding was pretty much useless.
Abraham held up the soul sphere in front of him, muttered something
else, and I gasped as a brilliant white light poured out from the
little sphere and shot straight through the body of the newly risen
zombie. The zombie