“I don’t like it,” J.T. murmured as I caught up with him. “It feels wrong. The ghosts are restless, too.”
“Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me.” I exhaled quietly, shaking my head as I fell into step with him. “The monsters, the restless dead…it doesn’t surprise me.”
“I don’t like it,” he said again.
“None of us do.” I shoved my hands into my pockets. “We’re going to need Carolyn’s help with the watches.”
“Her little friends, you mean. We’re going to need them.”
I grimaced and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Have you had any more episodes?”
I stumbled a step and he grasped my arm, held me upright until I caught my balance. “Jay—”
“You can’t keep hiding what’s been going on,” he said. “I’ve seen how pale you are sometimes when you come back from working on the wards. I’ve noticed that you try to go out and do it when you’re sure Thom’s going to be busy or distracted or whatever. I don’t know that anyone else has seen it, but I have.” He glanced back over his shoulder, then leaned closer to me. “You’ve got to talk to someone about what’s happening and I don’t care if it’s me or Jac or whoever, but you’ve got to do it and you’ve got to do it before it gets any worse.”
“I don’t know what it is, Jay. How the hell can you two help me when I’ve got no idea what it is and there’s no real rhyme or reason to how it happens or when?” I blew out a quiet breath as we breezed past the shattered garden and down the snow-covered pathway toward the bridge, setting a pace much faster than the one Thom and Phelan were trailing us at. “I wish I knew.”
“We’ll figure it out,” he said with quiet conviction.
I snorted softly and shook my head. We’d just have to see about that.
I guess I missed something. I didn’t catch on to anything she is going through, Other then her visions, the ward protection, pregnancy, etc…
Thanks for the update.. great story!