Eye of the Storm (The Charmed) Read Free

death to Lyla.”
    Jaden’s head shot up. He hadn’t told her about Lyla.
    “Yes, it’s a possibility she’s dead but I don’t feel it, I feel someone blocking me. I wish you luck, Jaden.” She squeezed his hand as a reassuring gesture.
    “Thank you.” He nodded, withdrew his hand and walked down the path to where his group was waiting patiently. He filled everyone in with the details except the information about Kayla.
    Harley looked around. “I guess we need some supplies then.” They went into the car and prayed they could find a store without the use of a GPS.

    Chase looked at Lyla and wiped her face for the millionth time. She was looking worse again. He rubbed the back of his neck and stretched. He had been cooped up in the room for days worrying over Lyla. If he didn’t get some air soon he would go mad. Chase stood and walked out of the room. He looked down both sides of the hall; it was empty. He went to the front door and walked out. He continued to walk until he was deep in the woods that surrounded the cabin. He strode through the dense forest and took in the scent of the trees. It was peaceful here, he continued to walk deeper into the forest, hoping to clear his head. A growing unease spread through his body. A tingling sensation started from his toes and worked its way up to his head. Chase stopped and sat down on a log. Must be the stress getting to him, he thought. Chase went through the growing dread he had about Lyla’s condition. One minute she was fluttering her eyes, almost opening them, the next she was breathing heavy and then lapsing into a comatose state. Chase thought through his memory about his existence here. The soup came once a day and within two hours of giving it to her she would be struggling to survive. He stood up from the log and walked back through the trees to where the cabin was. He stopped just at the edge of the forest looking at the quaint one story house. Mr. Henderson kept it up well, but Chase was having doubts about Mr. Henderson’s motives in helping them. Chase was heartsick for Lyla and standing on the edge of the forest looking at the place where Lyla lay comatose wasn’t helping. He walked to the house, opened the door and a flash of light struck his face. Chase fell to the ground, his world going black.

    “This is the tent we need.” Brendan was standing at the sporting goods section of a popular chain store.
    “Don’t be ridiculous.” Harley bent her head to read the tag. “It fits two people.”
    Brendan touched her back, Harley moved away from his hand. He wondered how long he had to suffer. “It says it sleeps four.” Brendan read.
    “What about when we find them? Where will they sleep? Besides, we don’t need to be carting two tents around for four days.”
    Brendan sighed. “Alright. The ultra-king sleeper it is then.” Brendan hiked the box over his shoulder and walked down the aisle. “Now you need sleeping bags and a pot. Here…” Brendan pointed at a display. “Here’s a cooking set, just what you need.”
    She put her hands on her hips. “Are you implying that I will be doing all the cooking?”
    Brendan looked over at her grumpiness. “No. I’m implying we need it, so pick it up.” He matched her tone.
    She picked up the cooking set and put it in the cart. “I don’t understand how we’ll have the strength to carry all this stuff for two days up and two days back.”
    Brendan looked down at her, picked up one of her sleeping bags and walked away. They finished the shopping in little less than an hour. All four were nestled in the car in their usual places driving as fast as they could to Tennessee.

    Chase woke in a dusky room, the sun was setting and a lamp was on in the corner putting out very little light. A movement to the left of the lamp caught Chase’s attention. The person stood and walked toward Chase. He thought he should know the person but couldn’t place the older man. Chase sat up and regarded the towering