“You look like you’re in a piss-poor mood,” Neve said as I slipped into the space she shared with Cameron. She set the book she’d been reading down and canted her head to one side, slowly drawing her good knee up to her chest. “What’s wrong?”
I dropped heavily onto the bed next to her and shook my head. “Everything.”
“That’s terribly descriptive.”
“Sorry.” I sighed and looked at her. “It’s all a mess—worse than I imagined.”
Neve arched a brow. “Going to elaborate on that?”
I leaned back, staring at the ceiling. “J.T. and Jac know there’s something going on with me when I work on the wards. There’s new monsters coming out of the west and I’ve seen hints of it. Things are happening too quickly, faster than I’d seen them happening in my visions. There’s—Neve, I don’t know what to do.”
She frowned a little, resting her chin on her knee. “I’m not sure that I’m the one you need to be confessing this to, Mar.”
“Of course you are,” I said. “You’re not going to panic in twelve directions over any of it. You’ll keep your head on straight and you’ll help me work through it.” “Phelan wouldn’t?”
“Fuck no, he’d ask me if I’ve said anything to Thom and I’d say no and he’d tell me that I need to and then get all quiet and serious and upset because things are happening too fast and they’ll screw something up that’s supposed to happen.” I closed my eyes, thumping my head lightly against the wall. “Phelan’s got enough shit bothering him right now. I don’t need to add to it.”
“So you’re adding to mine instead?”
I smiled wryly at Neve and shrugged with one shoulder. “I’ve got to tell someone, right?”
“I guess.” Her lips thinned for a moment. “What do you need me to do?”
“I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure that out.”
“When you do, you’ll let me know.”
“Exactly.” I closed my eyes again. “Exactly.”
oh, I see now. She needs to go to bed and sleep for about 10 hours. That’ll help.
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