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“Her mind is rebelling against the memory she’s living through because it isn’t real.”
“What’s not real about it?”
The rustling at the other end of the phone told me she was shaking her head.
“I can’t say,”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Can’t,” she replied harshly. “I can’t see what memory she sees. All I can tell you is that it’s wrong.”
“Doesn’t this venom spread? Will I end up being infected?”
More rustling on the other end. My jaw ticked.
“That doesn’t always happen. If you can defeat it in her mind, it won’t take root in yours.”
I took a deep breath, my rage ebbing slightly with my demon’s patient pacing behind his confines. “So, you’re saying I need to open a full pathway between our minds, help her find out what’s wrong with her memory, make her see the error in it, and force her to accept the truth.”
“Yup,”
“Sounds easy enough,” my cheek ticked up despite the severity in the situation. “Anything else to impart?”
“Nope.”
“Put Warrick back on.”
It took only a few moments for my Emissary of Sloth to return to the line. He didn’t bother to say anything, just waited for my instructions.
“She goes nowhere,” I said firmly. “If she so much as twitches a muscle in the wrong direction, let Felix know immediately.”
“As you wish.”
Scratch scratch scratch.
“Just shave the Godsdamned thing already.” I snapped as Felix rubbed his hand back and forth over his jaw. I hadn’t needed to explain the conversation, his keen connection to the hellfox allowing him to pick up all the sounds from the other end of the line.
“The itching helps me think,” I rolled my eyes heavenward. For the love of all the sins… “Aha, and it has.”
The smile that lit his face would have been comical at almost any other time.
“What are you so happy about?”
“Well, I had a brain wave.”
“Did it hurt?” I asked, unable to keep my sarcastic streak to myself.
“Not much,” Felix waved a hand at me in dismissal. “You said the roommate was in the memory?”
I just stared at him, crossing my arms across my chest.
“Why don’t we go ask her?”
“Great plan, except she’s unconscious, if you remember.”
“Semantics,” Felix waved his hand at me again and I was tempted to snap it off. It would regrow and would offer a much-needed outlet for the wrath humming through my veins. My second registered the lethality in my eyes and clasped his arms behind his back as if he could read where my thoughts had gone. And given our near millennia of friendship, he probably could.
“Sometimes a Sleeping Beauty just needs her Prince Charming,” Felix winked at me. “I’ll go back to the castle and try to wake her.”
