Title: Exposed
Author: Jenny Phillips
Series: The Broken Soul Series (Book 3)
Genre: YA Fantasy
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Aug 4 2018
Edition/Format: 1st Edition/Format ~ eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:Morgan Cauldwell’s life appears to finally have settled down. However, for Morgan, normalcy never lasts long. College classes have begun and she should be looking forward to attending the Gifted Ball with her boyfriend, Chase. Except for her strained relationship with the Gifted Council, everything should be perfect.... so why is she still dreaming about her dead soulmate? And why does she seem to be the only person concerned with her evil Grandfather’s whereabouts?
When the Ball is crashed, Morgan’s worst fears are confirmed, and she finds herself at the mercy of Stephen and his traitorous sidekick. Can Chase find her before the ultimate sacrifice is made, or will it be up to Morgan to convince the two people who have never hesitated to hurt her that their plan is seriously flawed?
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The air in the hall was thick as ever and with the key in my hand this time it was like I could hear the whispers again calling me forward; taunting me to come closer.
The twists and turns in the dark seemed shorter this time. It wasn’t long before I was feeling for the keyhole in the dark. A surge of butterflies in my stomach fluttered as I slipped the key into place and felt the lock give way.
The door only grunted at the disturbance and surprisingly didn’t creak or give any other clues to my whereabouts. I was thankful Spencer’s room wouldn’t hear.
Musty air blew out through the opening door. A blue glow emitted and allowed me just enough light to see my way around. Mysteriously, the blue glow was coming from the stone floor. No pattern or idea where exactly it came from. It was like a fog just hovering above the floor. On the wall hung the amulet Spencer had shown me. Not the one that hung upstairs with only five stones but the same as the amulet with nine stones embedded in the gold circle and the tenth, a ruby, suspended in the center. I felt myself start to get swept away by the seizure but gulped as much air as possible and averted my eyes. If I could just stay focused …
Why would something evil be permitted to hang in the Council? Even if they no longer used this room how was it ever allowed in here to begin with? They had to be aware of it at some point, right? Someone did.
My impending seizure seemed to hang over me, so I continued to preoccupy myself with my surroundings. Carved into the rock floor were Latin words, each spaced in what looked to also be a circle. The blue hung just above them and I realized it also highlighted the circle. Candelabras were pushed against the wall with dust covered candles still waiting to be lit. Rolled scrolls were scattered about the room. I reached for the nearest one.
Handling the crumbling parchment delicately, I read aloud the words I could make out, “Infusco valeo, praevaleo, dimidium valeo, lux valeo.”
The blue light glowed a little brighter … or was that my imagination? I waited a moment to see if it happened again and went back to trying to decipher the scroll. It was all in Latin and I understood none of it. Pulling my phone out, I took pictures of what I could. I rolled the parchment back up carefully and decided to sneak back out before I was caught. I passed my hand through the dull blue light to be sure it was safe, and then stepped through it to cut across the room quickly. Once I was inside the circle, though, the blue glow surged brighter and I’d realized my mistake. A buzz grew in my ears so loud I couldn’t think straight. My heart began to race and I dropped to my knees before the dizziness could completely take hold of me. I was frozen in that position, fighting the darkness that was creeping into my vision. I could not let myself pass out. Not down here.
I forced one heavy knee forward at a time. On all fours, I slowly made my way closer to the edge of the circle. Fighting nausea and now the pounding in my temples, I took it slow and steady. Collapsing occasionally, I finally pitched myself forward and out of the visible circle. I lay half in the room and half in the doorway. The blue light dimmed again as I gasped air and tried to gain my composure.
Once the nausea subsided I got up on shaky legs and leaned against the door, closing it behind me. Still unsteady, I turned the lock and tucked the key back in my pocket. What in the actual hell had just happened?
Author Information:
Born in Michigan, Jenny Phillips has never strayed far from the beaches of Lake Michigan. Armed with a big imagination, Jenny would sit in the woods surrounding her home for hours just day dreaming. After losing her mother to ALS, she vowed she would make the most of her life and never let her imagination go to waste. When not coaching, reading or obsessively buying books, she spends her time with her two beautiful daughters, rambunctious toddler and husband.
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