{"id":3092,"date":"2017-01-02T00:00:24","date_gmt":"2017-01-02T05:00:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3092"},"modified":"2017-01-01T20:26:54","modified_gmt":"2017-01-02T01:26:54","slug":"forty-eight-04","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3092","title":{"rendered":"Forty-eight – 04"},"content":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.]<\/em><\/p>\n

Phelan\u2019s shirt was soaked through by the time he made it to the wall, his fingers wrapped tightly around his staff. Something tickled at the back of his mind, something dark and dangerous, and he had to keep forcing it back, keep bottling it up. He was half certain it was Thesan, trying her tricks once again.<\/p>\n

If it was something else, he wasn\u2019t certain what it was, but he knew that it scared him.<\/p>\n

Jacqueline was the first to spot him and was\u2014of course\u2014the first to try to stop his advance. She ducked away from her spot beneath the watchtower, her eyes wide and her expression pinched with anger and concern. \u201cWhat the hell are you doing here?\u201d she hissed as she grasped his soaking wet sleeve. \u201cYou\u2019re supposed to be below where it\u2019s safe. You can\u2019t do any good up here after what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOn the contrary, I think this is exactly where I need to be,\u201d he murmured, looking past her to the wall. His gaze fastened on Matt and he exhaled a breath he hadn\u2019t realized he was holding, briefly feeling like he\u2019d been gut-punched.<\/p>\n

Eri\u00fa was right. Marin was right, J.T. was right\u2014they were all right.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cShe brought him back.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jacqueline grimaced, following his gaze for a moment before she tugged him out of the rain, back to her spot under the watchtower where it was at least dry. Thunder growled, low and close, and lightning crackled from cloud to cloud above. \u201cIf you\u2019re talking about Matt, we don\u2019t know how he got back.\u201d<\/p>\n

He finally looked at her, his gaze growing hard for a moment. \u201cMo croi<\/em>, don\u2019t lie to me,\u201d he murmured. \u201cWe know who brought him home, it\u2019s just hard to believe that she did it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy would she do it, Phelan?\u201d her voice was little more than a whisper as she stepped close, her gaze intense and like granite\u2014hard and perhaps a little cold. \u201cWhy would she do anything for us? I thought she wanted to kill you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo did I,\u201d Phelan murmured, then shook his head. \u201cI have to hope she doesn\u2019t anymore, but I don\u2019t think I\u2019ll get to find that out until after this is over.\u201d He leaned in to kiss her forehead. \u201cWhich means that we need the tide to turn.\u201d<\/p>\n

A bolt of lightning left him momentarily dazzled, followed by a thunder crack so loud he felt it in his bones. Phelan cursed softly under his breath, turning toward the wall. He could see Matt starting to strand up at his perch, could see Thordin reaching to pull the other man back down.<\/p>\n

Whatever\u2019s going on out there, shit just got real.<\/em><\/p>\n

He pulled his arm from Jacqueline\u2019s grip and headed for the wall.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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