[This post is from J.T.’s point of view.]
The dream he’d had weighed more and more heavily on his thoughts the closer they got to the barrow. Matt hadn’t given him much detail on the way, only that he and Marin had discovered something at the barrow that had been a cause for concern—more than a little concern at that.
It’s not that, is it?
He had the sinking feeling that whatever Matt and Marin had discovered at the barrow had more than a little to do with his dream.
“Damn fog keeps getting thicker,” Matt muttered as they passed the ruins of the Shakespeare garden. “It wasn’t this bad this morning.”
A slight shiver worked its way down J.T.’s spine. “How long have you been up?”
“Just after first light,” Matt admitted. “Probably too long. Couldn’t sleep because something was bugging me. I couldn’t put my finger on it until I was talking to Marin.”
“That something was going on out here.”
Matt nodded, his expression grim. “Yeah. That.”
“Have you told anyone else?”
“I haven’t,” Matt said. “I thought about telling Hecate, but the last thing I want is her getting worried about something she doesn’t need to worry about right now. She’s got enough on her mind and getting her to stay here is a precarious proposition as it is.”
J.T. suppressed his wince as they started down the hill. “Did Marin—”
Matt smiled weakly. “She’s okay with it. Now I just have to get them in the same room together and pray it’s not as awkward as I’m afraid it’s going to be.”
J.T. clapped him on the shoulder, spirit momentarily buoyed. “It’ll be okay,” he said.
“I sure as hell hope so.” He glanced away from J.T. and down toward the barrow, stopping dead in his tracks. This time, J.T. stopped too, following his gaze.
“Shit.”
Well, tell us!!!!
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Evil author!
I said it to neirfinhiemer this morning, so I figure I’ll repeat it: you can already guess what they’re seeing.