Carpathian 23 - Dark Storm Read Online Free PDF

greedily to wrap about the underside of
     the motor and propeller. Each time the unexpected lurch sent everyone aboard sprawling
     across the deck.
    Weston picked himself up with an oath and staggered to the side of the boat to spit
     into the water. “This is ridiculous. Couldn’t you have found another way?” he demanded
     of their guide, Pedro.
    The guide shot him a tense look. “There is no easy way to this place you want to go.”
    Weston rested his butt on the railing as he gave the guide the finger. “I think you’re
     just trying for more money and it’s not going to happen, pal.”
    Pedro muttered something in his language to the two porters.
    This one the jungle can eat, Riley interpreted. She didn’t blame them.
    The guide and porters snickered.
    Weston lit a cigarette and glared out over the dark water. The boat staggered again
     and then, as they were all desperately trying to gain their footing, it gave a huge
     lurch. Weston fell forward, hanging up for one heart-stopping moment on the railing.
     Everyone leapt to help him as he hung precariously, arms down, closer to the water.
    Riley caught his belt buckle while Annabel reached over the side to grasp at his arms.
     The moment Annabel leaned down, arms covering Weston’s, the water came to life, boiling
     like a cauldron, flashing silver with muddy patches of red.
    “Mom!” Riley cried, reaching for her mother, still holding Weston. His weight was
     pulling them all forward.
    The others rushed to help as Annabel slipped farther toward the dark, reed-choked
     water, now boiling with frenzied piranha. There was no blood in the water so the turmoil
     made no sense. To Riley’s horror the fish began to leap out of the water, hundreds
     of them, narrow bodies and blunt heads shooting from the river like rockets, the triangular-shaped
     jaws with razor-sharp teeth snapping open and shut with terrible clacking sounds.
    Although the stories of piranha frenzies abounded, Riley knew attacks on people were
     quite rare. She’d swum in the water with them on several occasions. This bizarre behavior
     was extraordinary, as unnatural and unsettling as the La Manta Blanca attack. And
     just like with the Manta Blancas, it seemed clear the piranha were bent on reaching
     her mother, not Don Weston.
    It was Jubal who caught Annabel and yanked her back away from the rail, practically
     throwing her into Gary. Then he caught Weston and hauled him back on deck, too. Instead
     of being grateful, the engineer slapped at Jubal’s hands, cursing and sliding down
     to sit on the deck, his breath coming in great gasps. He glared at Pedro and the two
     porters as if the three men had deliberately tried to murder him.
    The guide and porters both stared at Annabel with a look that made Riley wish she
     had a concealed gun close at hand. Before anyone could speak, the boat nearly ran
     aground, and the two natives turned back to their work. A low branch overhead dipped
     down, and a snake dropped onto the deck with a thud right at Don Weston’s boots.
    “No one move,” Jubal hissed as the snake stared at the engineer. “That viper’s extremely
     poisonous.”
    Pedro, the guide, turned back, catching up the machete that was always close. Before
     he could take a step, the viper did an abrupt spin and launched itself at Riley. She
     stumbled back into her mother. The snake flashed between her legs heading straight
     toward her mother. Gary Jansen yanked Annabel off her feet and twisted around, holding
     her in the air while Jubal shoved Riley aside, yelling at the guide, hand up in the
     air.
    Pedro tossed the machete and in one smooth movement, Jubal slammed the sharpened blade
     across the neck of the viper, severing the head. There was a moment of silence as
     Gary lowered Annabel to the deck, holding her steady so that she didn’t fall.
    “Thank you,” Riley breathed softly to both researchers. She didn’t try to hide the
     fact that she was very shaken.
    Her mother