J.T. wasn\u2019t sleeping.<\/p>\n
He could feel them coming.<\/p>\n
Even with Carolyn snuggled against his side, he couldn\u2019t get warm, couldn\u2019t shake the chill that sank its icy claws into him. He lay on his back in the darkness and stared at a ceiling hidden in darkness and shadow. Every so often, he\u2019d see a flicker, a mote of muted light that were the only glimpses he\u2019d ever managed to catch of Carolyn\u2019s faery companions. They were quiet tonight, huddled close together as if they were terrified of what might be coming.<\/p>\n
I can\u2019t blame them.<\/em><\/p>\n His heart thudded leadenly against his breastbone and he wrapped an arm around Carolyn, hugging her a little closer to his side. She murmured something into his shoulder, snuggling closer. His eyes stung.<\/p>\n They\u2019re coming.<\/em><\/p>\n He wasn\u2019t sure how he knew who they were or why they were on their way, but the sense of dread that pressed down on him, threatened to suffocate him and made his chest and his head hurt\u2014that told him all that he needed to know<\/p>\n It\u2019s bad.<\/em><\/p>\n His lips brushed Carolyn\u2019s temple and he slid out of bed, tucking blankets more tightly around her as he did. He dressed quickly in the darkness and pulled on his boots. All was quiet in the corridor for now, but that didn\u2019t mean anything.<\/p>\n I wonder if this is what Thom and Marin feel like sometimes.<\/em> He pulled on his coat and strapped on his claymore. There was going to be a fight. His gut told him as much.<\/p>\n He jerked open the door to find Rory standing in the darkness with a lantern in hand, his other hand raised to knock.<\/p>\n \u201cSomething\u2019s up.\u201d J.T. murmured.<\/p>\n Rory nodded, peering past him into the shadows. J.T. glanced over his shoulder, then met Rory\u2019s gaze again.<\/p>\n \u201cLet her sleep,\u201d J.T. said, shutting the door behind him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" J.T. wasn\u2019t sleeping. He could feel them coming. Even with Carolyn snuggled against his side, he couldn\u2019t get warm, couldn\u2019t shake the chill that sank its icy claws into him. He lay on his back in the darkness and stared … Continue reading