Let me out!
“Paris?”
There was a presence behind me, a potential threat. Danger, danger, danger. Killers everywhere, darkness and pain and ice and violence all churning inside me.
I was drenched in confusion, caught between reason and nightmares, I prepared to fight.
Where am I?
The damn screaming. It wouldn’t leave my ears, my heart about to implode from fear.
Let me out!
Let me out!
Let me out!
“Sugar?”
The crystal blade burst to life in my hand. I spun to face the speaker behind me, the pointy end of my weapon hungry for blood.
I’ll kill any fucker who tries it!
But Medusa was standing there, her hands up defensively.
I blinked, lowering my weapon. All at once, my fear shut down, leaving me sweaty with relief.
You’re okay.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, the dagger vanishing of its own free will.
I rubbed my eyes, faint itching in each of them.
“Keeping an eye on you,” she answered.
I scanned my surroundings.
“The house,” I whispered. “Hawthorn Isle.”
Back in the here-and-now, remnants of Silvanus’s kiss vibrating through my body.
Medusa nodded, offering a warm smile. “You’re safe, sugar. Silvanus had something to take care of back at the palace.”
Trembling, I wrapped my arms around myself. Despite the blazing heat of the fire making the building toasty, a nasty chill found its way into my bones.
“I… I…” I couldn’t speak.
“Take your time,” she said.
I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths, calming myself down, painful pulses in my temples.
“I think I had a vision,” I revealed after a minute. “No, IknowI had a vision.” I opened my eyes, my forehead creased in irritation. “Fuck.”
“Do you need to sit?” the snake shifter asked, gesturing to the sofa.
“Y-yeah.” Rubbing my temples, I plonked myself down.
A sinkhole, the mermaid, a possible magical attack, running from a frostbrood, and the dagger. None of it pieced together whatsoever.
