Yuletide (Matilda Kavanagh Novels Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
Ronnie and I had struggled up the mountain, our feet sinking into the snow and sapping our energy, but Krampus walked as steadily as though he was on a summer stroll through the park. His shoulder dug into my stomach. Bile rose in my throat, making it burn. He was still humming that stupid song, the same refrain over and over until I was sure it would echo in my mind forever. That humming was getting to me the most. I wanted to thrash and kick and scratch to make him shut up. It was a serious test of my self-control that I didn’t. Krampus stopped, and the sudden loss of momentum jarred me. He went quiet, losing the train of the song in the middle of a word. I tried to twist so I could see what was happening, but in the darkness and with the snow flurries, that was almost impossible. “Naughty, naughty,” Krampus said, his clawed hand flexing at my side, and I had to worry that he would pierce me on accident. Then he roared, angry and deafening, and gripping me with both hands, he threw me from his shoulder.
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