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The Serpent's Secret (Kiranmala and the Kingdom Beyond #1)(4)
Author: Sayantani DasGupta

“That, my dear lady,” Lal finally said. “Are you ready for that?” He pointed at something behind me.

It was then that I realized that Lal wasn’t the one I had to worry about.

Someone in a snarling monster costume had slammed through the half-open kitchen door. The creature was at least ten feet tall, with warty green-black skin, enormous horns and fangs, and beady eyes that squinted as if it couldn’t see very well in the light. It drooled a stream of thick saliva on Ma’s clean floor. The costume was freakishly good. Too good. My hand went loose and a bunch of sweets slid to the floor. Neel grabbed the falling tray before it crashed down.

My heart hammered so loudly in my ears, Lal’s next words came from miles away.

“It’s a rakkhosh, my lady! Come for tricks, I fear, not treats!”

A rakkhosh. A rakkhosh? Not somebody in a costume, but a real demon—straight out of one of Baba’s folktales? Right here, in my kitchen, in Parsippany, New Jersey?

I tried to scream, but the room had gone all wickety-wockety, like one of those paintings of melting clocks. My bones were molasses.

The monster crashed blindly around the kitchen, ripping off the refrigerator door with its razor-sharp nails, crushing the cabinets with its huge feet. It was kind of hunched over, but its horns gouged long holes in the ceiling, and plaster flaked down on its already beady eyes.

“My parents told me not to let a rakkhosh in the house,” I heard myself squeak.

The demon was tossing back dinner plates like they were pieces of popcorn. It then started chomping on the still-plugged-in toaster, making sparks fly everywhere.

“Hate to break it to you, but it’s too late now!” Neel took out his sword too, but he looked less worried than his brother. He filled his pockets with the sweets that I’d dropped on the floor.

I barely had time to grab my birthday card, with the money and map, before the brothers shoved me out of the house. The last thing I saw before they slammed the front door behind them was the demon emptying my fruit-flavored gummy vitamins into its ginormous mouth.

Finally, I shrieked.

“Oh, man, my mom is going to kill me!”

 

 

Things got seriously weirder after that. I ran out of the house, my feet barely shoved into my untied boots. The first thing I saw were two winged horses standing in a corner of the front lawn, snuffling at the few lone strands of grass Baba hadn’t killed. There was a medium-sized white one with snow-colored wings and a larger, dangerous-looking black one with feathers the color of a raven. Their wings were muscular and wide, sprouting right out where you’d imagine their shoulders would be. Both horses pawed the ground near Baba’s snake ditch. They whinnied nervously. Apparently, they didn’t like snakes either.

Some little trick-or-treaters on the sidewalk gaped at the winged horses, giggling and pointing, but their parents ignored the animals—as if the horses had some kind of grown-ups-can’t-see-me spell on them. Even as the adults sauntered by with their little ghosties, firefighters, and goblins in hand, a group of high schoolers dressed as punk-zombie-rockers stopped in front of the house to squint at the winged horses, blinking as if they weren’t really sure what they were looking at.

“Wicked horse costume, man!” a boy with mascara and a nose ring shouted as we came rushing out of the house. “Hey, who’s in there?” he yelled into the white horse’s nose.

“Unhand our horses, sir!” Lal yelled as Nose Ring tried to pull one of the midnight feathers off the stallion’s wings.

The pack of costumed boys broke out laughing. “Check out the loser! Look at that getup! Fresh off the boat!”

Lal stopped in front of the boys, growing as red as his turban. “You uncouth hyenas!”

“Enough already with the posh accent!” I thought I heard Neel mutter. In a louder voice, he called, “Let it go, Lal!” Neel and I hadn’t stopped running, and now he shoved me onto the back of the black horse, which snorted and shifted under me. “We’ve got more important things to worry about right now!”

The crashing sounds coming from the house were getting louder. For a second, I thought about how upset Ma would be at the mess when she came home. But then I remembered I had no idea where she and Baba were. Had the rakkhosh taken them before I got there? What was it that Ma wrote? Something about a protective spell being broken on my birthday? Was all this really happening? My stomach clenched, and I felt my tear ducts doing something suspicious, until I reminded myself: Blubbering is for babies.

Lal put away his sword and rolled up his sleeves. He circled Nose Ring with his fists raised, like an old-fashioned boxer. “We are the princes Lalkamal and Neelkamal—guests in your land from the Kingdom Beyond Seven Oceans and Thirteen Rivers. You have insulted us, and I must ask for satisfaction.”

Princes? Ma’s note said something about trusting princes. The truth was, I guess I’d already decided to trust the boys—right after I’d figured out they probably weren’t serial killers. Why else would I be sitting on the back of a winged horse, waiting for Lal to finish his duel with a teenage zombie?

The horse under me whinnied and stamped its feet, and I was grateful that Neel had its reigns firmly in hand. But Lal wasn’t paying either of us any attention.

“You are unarmed, so I challenge you to fisticuffs! Hand-to-hand combat!”

Lal’s dark eyes glinted at his opponent, as if he had nothing better to do than fight a mascara-wearing high schooler. As handsome as he was, I had to admit, Lal wasn’t the most practical person I’d ever met. And why did he talk like an old-fashioned hero when his brother didn’t? It was like he was playing some movie version of a prince. I almost expected a little glint of light to cheesily spark off his front tooth. Like: *ching*

“Hello? Could we move it along? Being chased by a demon here?” I muttered. Neel gave me a sideways glance.

“Haoo, maoo, khaoo!” The crashing sounds were louder now, and I could hear the demon’s cries very close to the front door of the house. The horses skittered and neighed, and I held on as tightly as I could, but kept my attention on Lal and his opponents.

“Man, that’s a wicked scary haunted-house tape!” Some of the high school boys looked nervous and started backing off.

Only Nose Ring stayed. He hacked and spit at Lal’s feet. The goober hung on a lone blade of grass, shimmering like a disgusting jewel.

“I demand satisfaction!” Lal yelled. He circled the boy, his fists still up. Despite how ridiculous he was being, anger only made Lal more hair-meltingly handsome. While I got my fill of Lal-flavored eye candy, Neel swung himself up on the ever more agitated black horse.

“Hold tight,” he ordered over his shoulder. “I bet you don’t know how to ride and I don’t want you rolling off and getting pancaked.”

My skin prickled at Prince Neel being so close. Not just because he was a boy, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever sat that close to a boy, but because he was an obnoxious boy. A boy who thought he was all that and a packet of samosas.

“Why can’t I ride with Lal? I bet he’s more of a gentleman!”

“Oh, sure, he’s more of a gentleman, and better at being royal too.” Neel raised a dark eyebrow. “But you better believe I’m the better rider.”

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