Free All Hallows Night (Night Series) by Marie Hall Page B

analyze why just seeing that B had made the warmth of a thousand flames move through me or why my skin shivered just from my thinking about him.
    I’d had these feelings only once before, but never with this type of intensity. Taking a second just to breathe, I started at the beginning.

A t first it wasn’t easy deciphering the wording. People might assume English was just English, but that so wasn’t the case. In fact, if time travel really did exist and a modern person were plopped into Middle Ages Britain, the language wouldn’t even sound normal. You’d think the person speaking had to be from Mars, or at the very least the Orient, I’d be lucky to get through it without developing a headache.
    Not that I hadn’t lived through the period, I had, but trying to remember the rules was annoying, to say the least.
    Take for instance s was always an f , while an f was sometimes an f . Yes, confusing, and there was more. So much more. But eventually the brain does begin to make sense of the incomprehensible and thus, an hour later, I was able to casually read along.
    “ The fields are dry, the dust gray and aged in spots. Bedlam ensues all around. Man is nothing more than the animals we share space with. And yet I thirst, hunger for more. Always more. Wanting and needing that which doth not matter. To taste it, to hold it. My stomach yearns... and this ache only grows. I beseech thee maiden faire, thine fields are fulsome, thine mere’s plentiful. Whither thou goest, so too go I ... blah, blah, blah!” I snarled, finally tossing the book from my lap.
    This stuff had to be the most awful bedtime reading material ever. None of it made a fracking bit of sense. So a young boy is hungry, there’s war (possibly) and he’s obsessed with some maiden. Great. I just loved reading a journal written by a Middle Ages teenager.
    “Allegorical my ass, Billy,” I growled, realizing that I probably had an hour of sleep time left before I had to head out to the mountains.
    I had no clue if Luc planned to go with me or send someone else. Honestly, this was just a recon mission. Which meant it wasn’t dangerous and I really wouldn’t need a babysitter for it. But I didn’t want to be an idiot either—the Order had already proven they were more than up to the task of killing me. For all I knew, there was some nefarious plot about to go down the moment I stepped foot in the mountains.
    I’m a loner by nature, but it was that tendency that’d almost gotten me killed before. So I wouldn’t complain. Well, unless he sent Vyxen with me, then I’d probably squawk like a dying chicken about it.
    I closed my eyes and with half a bottle of red wine in me, I was just about to slip into the dreaming when an immediate sense of “something” made my internal watchdog go psycho.
    Hissing, I jumped from the bed with a long-handled knife gripped in one hand and squatted in a fighter’s stance.
    “Who’s there?”
    Everything was unnaturally silent in this place. Kemen had been a sloth demon, which meant he hadn’t liked any sounds disturbing his perpetual siestas. There were no metrical ticks of an alarm clock to be found in his trailer. This type of quiet felt immensely loud.
    I must have stood like that for a good minute before I realized that whatever it was I sensed is long gone.
    I frowned, knowing I’d never be able to sleep now, and walked out of the room and to the front door. Every trailer in this carnival was warded, meaning no one could enter unless I said they could enter.
    The only one who’d ever managed it was Billy.
    I yanked the front door open, sure I’d find him on the other side of it. But I didn’t—what I did find was a single red mum sitting on the trailer steps. I grabbed it and tossed it onto my kitchen table, locked the door, and returned to bed.
    Yeah, needless to say I was lucky to get a ten-minute power nap. I woke up to the sound of a klaxon banging through my head. Tossing my hands out wildly, I tried