One – 07

I took a second to get my bearings and waiting for the world to stop slowly spinning around me. It didn’t make sense. My visions had stopped hitting me with this kind of reaction. Was it getting worse again?

You have to tell Thom. I barely managed to suppress a shiver. I didn’t want to tell him. He’d only worry. The spectre of the fear that had nearly driven us apart—nearly gotten him killed—rose again and I had to force it back.

“Are you okay? Should I get Matt or Thom? J.T.?”

I shook my head. “Not okay, but I don’t need any of them. Just give me a minute.”

“At least this time we have one,” she muttered, her brow furrowing as she stared at me. “What about the next time?”

I glared at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that whatever’s wrong with you is something that we need to figure out sooner rather than later,” she said. Neve bit her lip and stared at me. “You look like hell, Marin. You really do. I don’t know what’s causing it. Do you?”

I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Doesn’t it?”

“Not if there’s nothing we can do,” I said, straightening stubbornly. “And if there’s nothing we can do, I’d rather not talk about it at all.”

She grabbed my arm as I tried to walk away, fingers digging painfully into my biceps. “Marin.”

“Don’t, Neve,” I said quietly, willing my voice not to shake. “Don’t ask. Don’t question. Just let me be. It’ll get better. I know it will.”

“But what is it?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But it’s not going to kill me, so I’m not going to worry. Come on. I want to know what they’re blowing up.”

“Right,” she said quietly.

Somehow, I knew that the issue wasn’t closed—just tabled for now. We’d revisit it sometime, probably when I was least suspecting it.

I knew that, too.

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