His eyes scan me from head to toe and my skin electrifies like magic. Like witch magic. “What are you talking about? What kind of trouble? Did something happen that I don’t know about.”
“How would you know about anything?” I inquire with suspicion. “I haven’t told you anything.”
He situates a hand on my cheek and I shiver from the sparkling it causes inside me. “I know more than you think.”
I freeze as the electricity sings through my veins and crashes into my heart. My lungs swell from the pressure and the position of the glass alters. The pain causes me to moan, but the tingling sensation in my lower abdomen causes me to gasp. It’s the strangest noise that has ever passed my lips.
Alex must have thought so, too, because his eyes enlarge. “Are you okay?”
I slant my head back from his hand. “I’m fine. I’m just shocked because you can feel it too.”
“Of course I can feel it.” He sighs back in the chair. “How can I not?” He trails off, his voice softening. “But, I’m not supposed to… I’m breaking so many Goddamn rules.”
“What rules?” I probe. “You know, you speak in riddles sometimes.”
He rakes his fingers roughly through his hair and pieces stick up in every direction. I have the urge to put them back in place, but the pained expression on his face warns me that it’s best not to touch him. I tuck my hands underneath my legs to keep them restrained. “How the hell am I supposed to explain to you how important you are? It’s fucking impossible.” He stares at his scraped up hands, turning them over as he examines them.
“How important I am?” I scan the room, even though it’s obvious he’s talking to me, and aim an incredulous look at him. “I think you’re getting me mixed up with someone else because, trust me, there’s nothing important about me.”
“You have no idea how wrong you are.” He sucks in a slow breath and then raises his chin up to look at me. The intensity in his eyes makes me shrink back. “You’re the most im—”
“I found one.” Aislin races into the room with a proud look on her face. She’s carrying a first-aid kit and her hair has been pulled back into a bun. She’s also taken off her coat and boots.
Alex instantly springs to his feet like he’s guilty of some heinous crime. “It took you long enough. Jesus, what the hell were you doing?” He joins her in the middle of the room, frowning. “You seriously cleaned up? God, Gemma’s bleeding out here and you go wash up.”
“I’m fine,” I say, but they either don’t hear me or don’t care what I have to say.
“I had glass in my hair.” She shoves the first-aid kit at him. “And it took me a second to find Laylen.”
“Sure it did.” There’s insinuation in his tone. “Just like it always does.”
“Whatever, Alex. It’s not like that between us anymore and you know it.” She flips her hair from her shoulder and then puts her hands on her hips. “And, just so you know, Laylen’s going to stay away until…” She glances at me, then leans closer to Alex as she lowers her voice.
I can’t hear what they are saying. I hunch over, leaning forward to listen, but all I gather is something about “staying away” and “blood.” I give up and rest back against the couch with my arm draped over my stomach. I’m tired so I shut my eyes and let the numbness of approaching sleep consume me. It seems like I should be terrified out of my mind and I guess I am, in a sense. If Death Walkers or some other strange creature came running in, I would run, but I also feel empty. Not like how I had before I could feel. It feels like I’ve emptied all my worries. I’m no longer in this madness alone. Alex is here. And Aislin. And I guess this Laylen guy--whoever he is—is here, too. I’m not just roaming around the world solo, seeing bizarre things and otherworldly creatures. They can see them too. So, whether they are real or not, it’s a relief to know that I’m not the only one who’s crazy.
“All right, but Stephan’s going to be pissed,” I hear Aislin say and then footsteps head toward the door.
“Are you sleeping?” Alex’s voice drifts over me and I crack open my eyelids. He stands above me with the first-aid kit tucked under his arm. There are worry lines around his eyes and across his forehead.
“Who’s Stephan?”
He sets the first-aid kit on the table, flips the latches open and lifts up the lid. “My father.”
“Your father.” That isn’t what I expected. I sit up and scoot to the edge of the sofa. “Really?”
“Really.” He nods, then snatches a throw pillow from the recliner nearby and places it on the sofa beside me. “Lay down so I can get that piece of glass out of you and I’ll try to explain what I know while I do.”
“Like why the Death Walkers haunt my dreams? And why you think I’m so important? And also, why I saw another one of you more than once?”
He freezes. “You saw the mirage more than once?”
I nod. “But I thought I blacked out or something and it was just a dream. Now, though, I’m second guessing that thought. I’m second guessing all my original thoughts.”
“That’s probably a wise idea.” He rummages around in the kit and takes out square pieces of gauze and some Band-Aids. “It might help you believe what I’m going to tell you.” His hand stills as his eyes wander up to me. “Are you scared yet?”
I analyze my emotions; confusion, inquisitiveness and eagerness are flowing inside me, causing chaos. Fear is absent, though. “I think I’m good. Although, I’m confused.”