crawl through the gap and lay on the concrete staring up at the griffins. Harryâs face loomed somewhere above me, but his features were rippling as if he was underwater. My throat was making a horrible gasping sound. Momentarily I was back in my bedroom, staring at my pink lampshade and wondering why I couldnât get my breath. Harryâs hand held mine and there was a pulling sensation on my arm as he dragged me to a sitting position.
âThey came alive,â I mumbled. âEverything came alive.â
My vision began to clear, and Harry gave me an exasperated look. I stared at my hands and feet and then touched my head. There was no blood, no abrasions or any wounds that I could feel.
âIs my head all right? I mean, is it bleeding or ⦠scratched?â
He looked puzzled. âThere isnât a mark on you.â
I examined my clothes. There werenât any rips in them, yet I could still feel both my flesh and my clothes being torn apart. I pulled up my T-shirt. The skin was perfectly smooth and unbroken.
âWhat made you turn back?â Harry asked.
My breath was still ragged and my chest heaving. A sob welled deep inside and I tried to swallow it.
âI didnât turn back, Harry. I reached the house ⦠sorry I was so long. It took ages.â
He shook his head at me in bemusement. âYou really are weird, Sinead. Youâve only been gone for ten minutes. I barely had time to realize you werenât there.â
Twelve
I clutched my head. What was happening to me? It was one thing to mistakenly see a figure outside Patrickâs flat in the middle of the night, quite another to imagine being attacked and ripped apart by brambles. And what about the time issue? I was sure I had been gone for over an hour yet Harry claimed it was only ten minutes. A glance at my watch told me he was right. How could it be?
âAre you all right?â Harry asked with concern. âYou look a bit shaken.â
âI just ⦠fell over a branch or something,â I muttered.
âWhatâs it like in there? Have they seen Patrick?â
I self-consciously pulled at my earring. âI didnât get a straight reply, but heâs definitely been there.â
âHow can you know?â
I wormed my hand into my pocket and took out the medal. âI found this in the grounds. Itâs Patrickâs Saint Christopher medal; Iâd recognize it anywhere.â
Harry rubbed the three-day growth on his chin. âWell, who did you speak to?â
I gave a nervous cough. âThe place is deserted and I only saw one person â a decrepit nun who was tight-lipped about giving up any information.â
âIf youâre so sure Patrickâs been there, Sinead, we definitely should tell the police. Remember your time obsession? Itâs almost three weeks since he disappeared.â
This was the second time heâd suggested this. âGo to the police and tell them what? How threatening does this sound â an elderly nun is holding my six-foot-two, nineteen-year-old brother prisoner?â
Harry ran one hand through his tangled hair. âYouâre right. If heâs there, it has to be willingly.â
His words suddenly made me remember something. âThat nun â Sister Catherine â muttered this weird stuff about me not having been invited to the house, and then she said, âRemember you came of your own free will, Sinead.ââ
âWhy would she say that?â
I braced myself, already anticipating Harryâs reaction. âI donât know, but she said I could find the answers I wanted at Benedict House, if I ⦠erm ⦠worked there for fourteen days.â
Harryâs eyes flared and he stared at me in total disbelief. âTell me youâre joking?â
I threw my hands in the air. âWhat other choice do I have? I thought you understood Patrickâs game. His SaintChristopher medal is
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