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  Bitter Ashes

  The Complete Series

  Sara C. Roethle

  Contents

  Death Cursed

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Collide and Seek

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  Epilogue

  Rock, Paper, Shivers

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Duck, Duck, Noose

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Shoots and Tatters

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Epilogue

  Truth or Death

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Epilogue

  Death Cursed

  Book One

  Prologue

  Hot breath steamed across the side of my neck, tickling the tiny hairs. At first I snuggled deeper into my pillow, thinking it was a dream. Then the bed shifted as someone climbed up beside me. Fully awake now, I froze, my thoughts racing for an explanation. I lived alone, had no pets, and didn't have the type of friends that would stay the night. Whoever was sidling up beside me had broken in.

  I opened my eyes to mere slits, not wanting to alert the intruder that I was awake. The room was nearly pitch black, but the curtained window let in enough moonlight for me to see the outline of a second form standing beside the bed. Judging by the build, I was pretty sure it was a man, though I was still unsure about the person in bed beside me.

  I squeezed my eyes shut as the standing intruder bent at the waist, placing his hands on either side of my pillow. He continued to lean down until his face was only inches from the large artery in my neck. The one who had climbed onto the bed shifted a little closer to my feet.

  The man hovering over me took a deep breath, almost like he was scenting me, then the presence lifted away. I let out a quivering breath that turned into a scream as suddenly both figures grabbed me. The one on the bed wrapped strong hands around my ankles, as the other pulled me up by my armpits into a vice-like embrace. A large, masculine palm clamped over my mouth to stifle my screaming, overwhelming my nostrils with the scent of soap and skin. I thrashed violently, but both men held fast.

  My ankles lifted as the one at the foot of the bed reached the edge and stood. The intruders began moving toward my bedroom door. I screamed against the hand covering my mouth and struggled to kick my feet, hoping to loosen their grasp. I only succeeded in straining my back and a few other muscles as the figures carried me effortlessly through the dark house. I squinted to see in the dark as we neared the back door. Unable to take full breaths with the hand pressing against my mouth and nose, my screams degraded to whimpers. The other hand pulled painfully beneath my armpit. Trying to even out my body, I flung my free arm upward, but barely managed to slap at my captor’s face.

  The figure carrying my feet put them both under one arm so he could fling the back door open, bathing us in a wash of chilly air. I tried to make out the features of the person holding onto my bare feet, but the clouds covering the moon stunted my vision. All I could see was the outline of broad shoulders and possibly wavy hair.

  I turned my eyes skyward and began to cry, soaking the hand that covered my mouth. Stars twinkled serenely above me as we entered the woods that bordered my house. I gave up on my thrashing and let my body go limp, but it didn't slow my attackers any more than my previous strategy.

  My captors continued gracefully through the foliage. I began to shiver with the cold, but it didn't seem to bother the man carrying my upper half. He radiated warmth, even though I could feel only the fabric of a thin tee-shirt against the back of my head and neck.

  It seemed like we ran on for ages, but the men carrying me never tired. I closed my eyes and told myself that I was dreaming, yet the bite of cool wind and the ache in my back did their best to shatter the illusion. Eventually, we came to a stop, deep within the darkness of the woods.

  I felt dizzy from moving horizontally so quickly, and didn't immediately react as I was lowered to the damp ground.

  My back sank into a raised mound of earth, soft, like it had recently been turned, with loose rocks jabbing into me here and there. Moisture soaked into the back of the tee-shirt and underwear I'd gone to sleep in, chilling me further.

  I tried to sit up, but hands instantly pushed me back down. Somethin
g slithered across my arm. My panicked breathing brought in the scent of damp earth and growing things while my two captors crouched over me. My first thought as the cold, rough skinned creature made its way toward my neck was snake.

  My heart pounded in my throat as more things slithered over me. I pushed against the restraining hands, but I couldn’t budge them. I screamed, and one of the hands lifted from my shoulder to cover my mouth. It wasn't an improvement since now my head was being forced against the earth, hard enough that the soil scratched my scalp. Within seconds I was covered entirely with slithering objects. Some of the objects started reaching up toward the sky like tiny hands trying to grasp the moon.

  The spindly creatures unfurled toward the dim light, casting eerie moon shadows onto my face. Something was wrong with them though. They had no heads, and instead branched off at the ends like no creature I'd ever seen. I wasn’t covered in snakes. They were vines. I was glad the things weren't snakes, but being slowly engulfed in living vines did nothing to ease my panic. I screamed against the hand covering my mouth until my throat went raw. I fought against the vines with increased desperation, a last ditch effort to not be buried alive, but they only bound me tighter, until I could no longer move at all. They crushed my lungs, forcing out my last gasping breath. In that moment I knew I was going to die. I managed to catch one last glimpse of stars as the last of the vines covered my face, obscuring my view completely.

  Chapter One

  My eyes snapped open. I sat up in bed with a deep, aching breath, clutching at my chest. The last thing I remembered was vines encasing my entire body, then pulling me into the cold, moist earth. I had been buried alive while my attackers pinned me down.

  I glanced around. The first thing I noticed was firelight flickering nearby, then the bed. It was not my own. My bed was back in my small house in a suburb of Spokane, Washington where I lived alone, and had lived alone for many years. It had been a long time since someone had been in that bed with me. I hadn't expected for it to finally only happen when someone decided to kidnap me.

  I looked up at dimly-lit fabric above my head, realizing this unfamiliar bed was one of those four poster monstrosities with a princess canopy. I reached out and touched the nearest post, half expecting to wake up out of this nightmare at any moment. The wood was smooth to the touch, thick and obviously expensive.

  My distorted reflection peered back at me from the dark, gleaming wood. What I could see of my long, dark brown hair was a snarled mess. I looked back into my blurry blue eyes numbly, and couldn't seem to think of anything beyond my messy hair.

  I shook my head in an attempt to clear the fog. I had to escape. My bare feet slid to the edge of the burgundy comforter as I lowered myself to the ground. The floor and surrounding walls were made of strange gray stone that made me feel like I was in a castle.

  A thud to my left caught my attention. I jumped, ready to fend off my attacker, then realized the sound was a log tumbling in the simple stone fireplace behind me. I turned to stare into the flames, wondering if they could be used as a weapon, but I had nothing to wield them with. That was just like my attackers to not leave me a torch.

  “I didn't expect you to be awake yet,” a male voice said from across the room.

  I nearly stumbled as I tried to turn around too quickly. A man stood framed in the now open doorway, leaning against the frame casually. He wore black slacks and no shirt or shoes. It was an odd look that made it seem as if he simply hadn't finished dressing yet . . . or perhaps he just hadn't finished un-dressing.

  I grasped at the ends of my oversized gray tee-shirt and tried to cover at least a small portion of my bare legs. I realized as I looked down that my legs were still covered in dirt from my experience in the woods, verifying that it had all been quite real. Perhaps this man was one of my kidnappers. I backed toward the fire, not wanting him near me.

  He stepped into the room, casually observing me. His straight, black hair fell well past his shoulders to frame his pale skin and dark brown eyes. My mouth went dry with fear as he took another step forward. He was tall, I placed him around 6'2”, given that I'm 5'9” and still had to look up to meet his eyes as he came even closer.

  I held up a hand in front of me and took another step back. “S-stop,” I stammered. “Where am I?”

  He cocked his head. He was attractive in an ethereal sort of way. Something about the slope of his jaw or the narrowness of his nose made him seem almost feminine, though he was clearly all man. “Where do you think you are, Madeline?”

  “It's Maddy,” I corrected reflexively, still gripping my shirt with one hand while I pushed my hair out of my face with the other, “and how do you know my name? Who are you?”

  He met me step for step until my back was against the hard stone wall. When I couldn’t back away anymore he stopped, not closing the final space between us. His eyes danced with amusement.

  I craned my neck to look up into his deep brown eyes, feeling like a deer in the headlights.

  I flinched as he reached a hand out to twirl the ends of my hair around his fingers. “Don’t you want to know my name?” He smiled widely, and if I didn't know any better I would say I saw the points of little fangs where his canines should have been. Then again, I had just been pulled through the earth into some sort of windowless castle by vines. Maybe I didn't know any better.

  “No,” I gasped, side-stepping against the wall until I was out of reach, “but directions to the nearest exit wouldn't hurt.”

  He smiled again, flashing his little fangs. “I like a girl who can joke when she's terrified.”

  I gulped, unsure whether or not he was just toying with me. “I wasn't joking,” I said, voice barely above a whisper.

  He grinned. “Neither was I, but I'm afraid I can't show you the exit when you've only just arrived.”

  “Leave her alone, Alaric,” a woman's voice snapped from the doorway.

  The fanged man stepped aside to reveal a woman that looked startlingly similar to him. She strode into the room confidently, trailing the ends of her gossamer-thin red dress behind her. Her black hair hung nearly to her waist, intermingling with the loose red fabric like oil on blood. There was something else about her that I recognized, though I couldn't quite place it. It tickled at the edges of my memory, letting me know I had seen her before.

  Alaric left me to stand by the woman I had to assume was his sister, given their strong resemblance. He tugged on her long hair playfully like they were children, eliciting a steely glare from her dark eyes. I watched the woman's face, searching for any sign that she might recognize me as well, but she only returned her gaze to eye me coolly.

  “Out,” the woman ordered her brother sternly, pointing a finger behind her toward the door.

  Alaric gave her a mocking salute, then winked at me. I stared back at him as he turned and glided toward the door. Glide was the only word I could think of to describe his walk. He moved like a cat, with light steps and limber, balanced grace.

  The woman came toward me, taking my attention off Alaric's sinewy back as he left the room. She looked annoyed, yet I still instantly preferred her company to that of her brother. At least she wouldn't hit on me . . . probably.

  “I'm Sophie,” she introduced.

  The introduction would have been nice had it been accompanied by a smile, but I decided to keep my opinion to myself. I caught a glimpse of dainty, sharp canines in her mouth as she sniffed the air around me. I gulped, suddenly glad that I'd chosen not to speak.

  “You need a bath,” she said with a sneer, revealing her sharp teeth more clearly.

  “What am I doing here?” I asked, ignoring her statement. “I know I've seen you before.”

  “We've never met before, Madeline,” she replied flatly. She said my name with harsh emphasis on the e, and something once again tickled my memory.

  I saw a flash of her in my mind, sitting behind a large, wooden desk. “This time will be different,” she said with a warm smile. She wore a
modest skirt suit, with her black hair pulled back into a tight braid.

  “You were my case-worker!” I blurted as realization dawned on me.

  I had sat on the other side of that desk so many times growing up, and those moments were thoroughly ingrained in my memory. In fact, I was surprised I hadn't recognized her sooner.

  “I don't know what you're talking about,” she snapped, though her eyes shifted nervously.