Chapter Seventy-Four

“You so annoying, you know that?” I let my grandmother know while running out of breath. Her form inched forward and I was itching to slap her. I did have some fear for her because she was dangerous and unpredictable but I was going to put my fear for her aside and face her one on one.

“Hermione! The pendant!” She demanded and I swallowed hard. Her voice was deep and husky, curtesy of the black smelly smoke. I moved away from her while she continued to inch forward. The stench released by the dark clouds was making me very dizzy to the point of losing my sight.

I jumped to my feet when I had regained the energy I was stalling for, then pounced for the switch but again I had missed it. Her does one fight smoke? When it grabbed my ankles for the second time I had tried releasing myself from the iron grip but my hands just kept going through the smoke as if it wasn’t being held by anything.

“Hermione. Why do you have to be as stubborn as your damn dead mother!” Mabel shrieked. I was th