{"id":539,"date":"2026-01-03T20:45:28","date_gmt":"2026-01-03T20:45:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/the-darkest-powers-03-reckoning-armstrong-kelley\/"},"modified":"2026-01-03T20:45:28","modified_gmt":"2026-01-03T20:45:28","slug":"the-darkest-powers-03-reckoning-armstrong-kelley","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/the-darkest-powers-03-reckoning-armstrong-kelley\/","title":{"rendered":"The Darkest Powers 03 – Reckoning – Armstrong, Kelley"},"content":{"rendered":"
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A<\/span>FTER FOUR NIGHTS ON<\/span> the run, I was finally safe, tucked into bed and enjoying the deep, dreamless sleep of the dead \u2026 until the dead decided they\u2019d really rather have me awake. It started with a laugh that slid into my sleep and pulled me out of it. As I rose on my elbows, blinking and struggling to remember where I was, a whisper snaked around me, words indistinguishable.<\/p>\n

I rubbed my eyes and yawned. Dull gray light shone through the curtains. The room was silent and still. No ghosts, thank God. I\u2019d had enough in the last few weeks to last me a lifetime.<\/p>\n

A scrape at the window made me jump. These days, every branch scratching the glass sounded like a zombie I\u2019d raised from the dead, clawing to get in.<\/p>\n

I went to the window and pulled back the curtains. It\u2019d been nearly dawn by the time we got to the house, so I knew it had to be at least midmorning, but the fog outside was so thick I couldn\u2019t see anything. I leaned closer, nose pressed to the cold glass.<\/p>\n

A bug splattered against the window and I jumped a foot in the air. A laugh sounded behind me.<\/p>\n

I whirled, but Tori was still in bed, whimpering in her sleep. She\u2019d thrown off the covers and was curled up on her side, her dark hair spiked across the pillow.<\/p>\n

Another chuckle erupted behind me. Definitely a guy\u2019s laugh. But no one was there. No, strike that. I just couldn\u2019t see<\/span> anyone. For a necromancer, that doesn\u2019t mean no one is<\/span> there.<\/p>\n

I squinted, trying to catch the flicker of a ghost and saw, off to the left, the flash of a hand that was gone before I could see more.<\/p>\n

\u201cLooking for someone, little necro?\u201d<\/p>\n

I spun. \u201cWho\u2019s there?\u201d<\/p>\n

A snicker answered me\u2014the kind of snicker every fifteen-year-old girl has heard a million times from jerk boys.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you want to talk to me, you have to show yourself,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cTalk to you?\u201d he said in an arrogant high school quarterback voice. \u201cI think you\u2019re the one who wants to talk to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

I snorted and headed back to bed.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo?\u201d His voice slid around me. \u201cHuh. I figured you\u2019d want to know more about the Edison Group, the Genesis experiments, Dr. Davidoff \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

I stopped.<\/p>\n

He laughed. \u201cThought so.\u201d<\/p>\n

The four of us\u2014Tori, Derek, Simon, and me\u2014were on the run from the Edison Group after discovering we were subjects in the Genesis project, an experiment for genetically modifying supernaturals. My aunt Lauren had been one of the doctors involved, but she\u2019d betrayed her colleagues by helping us get away. Now she was being held captive. Or so I hoped. Last night, when the Edison Group tracked us down, a ghost had tried to help me \u2026 a ghost who had looked like Aunt Lauren.<\/p>\n

We were supposedly in a safe house owned by a group opposing the experiments. Now a teenaged ghost showed up, knowing about the project? I wasn\u2019t about to banish him, however tempting it might be.<\/p>\n

\u201cShow yourself,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cBossy little necro, aren\u2019t you?\u201d His voice slid behind me. \u201cYou just want to see if I\u2019m as hot as I sound.\u201d<\/p>\n

I closed my eyes, pictured a vague male form, and gave a mental tug. He began to materialize\u2014a dark-haired guy, maybe sixteen, seventeen, nothing special, but with a smarmy smile that said he thought he was. I could still see through him, like he was a hologram, so I closed my eyes to give him another pull.<\/p>\n

\u201cUh-uh,\u201d he said. \u201cYou want more, we gotta get to know each other a little better.\u201d He disappeared again.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

He whispered in my ear. \u201cLike I said, to get to know you better. Not here, though. You\u2019ll wake your friend. She\u2019s cute, but not really my type.\u201d His voice moved to the door. \u201cI know a place we can chat in private.\u201d<\/p>\n

Yeah, right. Did he think I\u2019d just started talking to ghosts yesterday? Well, close\u2014two weeks ago, actually. But I\u2019d already seen enough to know that while there were some ghosts who wanted to help and some who just wanted to talk, there were more who wanted to cause a little trouble, spice up their afterlife. This guy definitely fell in the last category.<\/p>\n

Still, if he was another Edison Group subject, one who\u2019d presumably died in this house, I needed to find out what had happened to him. But I wanted backup. Tori had no experience helping me with ghosts and, while we were getting along better, she still wasn\u2019t anyone I wanted watching my back.<\/p>\n

So I followed the ghost into the hall, but stopped at Simon and Derek\u2019s door.<\/p>\n

\u201cUh-uh,\u201d the ghost said. \u201cYou don\u2019t need to bring a guy along.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019d like to talk to you, too.\u201d I raised my voice, praying Derek would hear me. He usually woke at the slightest noise\u2014werewolves have superhearing. All I could hear, though, was Simon\u2019s snores. There was no one else upstairs. Andrew, the guy who\u2019d brought us here, had taken the downstairs bedroom.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, necro girl. This is a limited-time offer.\u201d<\/p>\n

You know he\u2019s up to no good, Chloe.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, but I also needed to know if we were in danger here. I decided to proceed with extreme caution. My subconscious voice didn\u2019t argue, which I took as a positive sign.<\/p>\n

I started walking.<\/p>\n

We\u2019d gone straight to bed after we got here, so I hadn\u2019t gotten a good look at our new place. I only knew that it was huge\u2014a rambling Victorian straight out of a Gothic horror movie.<\/p>\n

As I followed the voice down the hall, I had the weird sense I was in one of those movies, caught in an endless narrow corridor, passing closed door after closed door until I finally reached the staircase \u2026 heading up.<\/p>\n

From what I\u2019d seen of the house as we\u2019d driven up, it was three stories. The bedrooms were on the second floor, and Andrew had said the third was an attic.<\/p>\n

So the ghost was leading me to the dark, spooky attic? I wasn\u2019t the only one who\u2019d seen too many horror films.<\/p>\n

I followed him up the stairs. They ended at a landing with two doors. I paused. A hand appeared through the door in front of me, beckoning. I took a second to prepare myself. No matter how dark it was in there, I couldn\u2019t let him see my fear.<\/p>\n

When I was ready, I grabbed the doorknob and\u2014<\/p>\n

It was locked. I turned the dead bolt latch and it clicked free. Another deep breath, another second of mental preparation, then I swung the door open and stepped in\u2014<\/p>\n

A blast of cold air knocked me back. I blinked. Ahead, fog swirled.<\/p>\n

A dead bolt on an attic door, Chloe?<\/span><\/p>\n

No, I was standing on the roof.<\/p>\n

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