{"id":3604,"date":"2018-05-23T00:00:18","date_gmt":"2018-05-23T04:00:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3604"},"modified":"2018-05-22T20:42:38","modified_gmt":"2018-05-23T00:42:38","slug":"thirty-eight-04-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3604","title":{"rendered":"Thirty-eight – 04"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

There was only silence after the thunder, silence and the sound of his breathing, his heartbeat, and all three sounded far too loud. There was something to that silence, something that sent a frisson of fear skittering down his spine. His fingers fisted in the sheets for a moment as he sucked in one breath, then another.<\/p>\n

Something felt wrong<\/em>.<\/p>\n

\u201cI curse you, Brigh\u00edd. I curse you down through the generations. I will have my vengeance. You wait and see.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d he murmured. It\u2019s just a fever-dream. That\u2019s all. That\u2019s all it is\u2014all it can be.<\/em><\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t feel like a fever-dream, though. It felt like something real<\/em>, something his soul had fought long and hard to forget, as if forgetting would make it less potent, would wash it away.<\/p>\n

\u201cShit,\u201d he whispered to no one. \u201cShit, shit.\u201d<\/p>\n

You have to. No one else can. No one else <\/em>knows.<\/em><\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t true, of course. Marin and Matt would know<\/em>, perhaps even Phelan, too. The question was whether or not they remembered. Since there had been no mention of it, he wasn\u2019t sure that they did.<\/p>\n

And if none of them remember it, then\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

A curse escaped his lips and before he knew it, he was lurching out of bed, stumbling and crashing to a knee alongside it. The room spun slowly around him; he felt light-headed, his heart beating fast, too fast. A chill sunk into his bones even as he forced himself to his feet, shuffling toward the dresser.<\/p>\n

I have to get out there. I have to find her. Damn it all.<\/em> He felt clumsy, uncoordinated. Waves of hot and cold crashed over him, arrhythmic and disorienting. He fumbled for clothes, for clean pants and a shirt. A pair of his sandals waited by the door\u2014boots would be impossible.<\/p>\n

It felt like it took too long to dress. The thunder was close and he could hear the wind now.<\/p>\n

As he stumbled out the door, Thom prayed he wouldn\u2019t be too late.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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