Annabeth Chase Show Novels & Stories

My teeth chattered, but my thoughts burned. Mom was already rushing toward me. Her arms opened, trembling. “Anne, it’s okay. Come here.” I didn’t move. “Anne,” she said again, stepping closer, her voice fragile. She reached out and grabbed my wrist gently, like touching a soap bubble that might burst. Her touch hurt. It was too soft, too familiar, too safe. “No!” I tore my arm away and stumbled backward. Then I ran. The storm raged all around, but I pushed through it, sprinting toward where I knew Master and Dale had gone. I didn’t get far.

she tossed her head back and laughed. “Haven?” The feminine voice that called to us had me letting go of Haven’s waist and her pulling a step back so we could both turn together to see who had spoken. When I actually recognized the girl, I blinked, certain I was seeing things. Next to me, Haven stiffened. “Annabeth,” she bit out, her expression hardening. I glanced between the two, immediately noticing the tension between them. Annabeth wore scrubs, which made sense. Back in the day, she’d told me she was a nursing major.