PK Hrezo

The last place eighteen-year-old aspiring artist, Morgan Jaeger, wants to spend her summer after high school is in the boonies of the Transylvanian Highlands with her estranged father. She never expects to meet the handsome, free-spirited musician, Varujan, who shares her affinity for abstract art. The summer of dread becomes the summer of dreams when Varujan invites Morgan to a secret hideout of underground artists. But when the utopia turns into a thrill ride of terrors that pitch Morgan's life before her eyes she must keep her wits about her or else lose her most valuable asset forever.

A Wicked Thought

Varujan’s words from that night with the wolves. 


I grab the dagger from my leg and hold it in my fist. “I will drive this down into your skull if you don’t get off me right now!” 


My voice releases a hard, guttural tone that brings fire to my throat and makes me tremble. Power from some hidden place inside my diaphragm. And authority. Two things I’ve never owned. 


But the hounds don’t know that. All they know is that I’m no longer afraid. 


My shoe releases from the hound’s jowls. 


I roll my body to the other side of the lift. Ragged breath, pounding head. I get to my feet and resume the pulley action up the side of the Perch, the dagger in one hand. 


My body shakes in violent tremors and I’ll be begging for death if I can’t stave off this headache. Maybe that’s been Sursa’s plan all along—higher-intensity stress to wear me down. 


Chapter 39