I yanked on a hoodie, the soft fabric sliding over my arms like a thin shield. It should have made me feel safe.
It didn't.
My fingers fumbled over the zipper, trembling, betraying the panic curling in my chest.
Every muscle in my body felt heavy, like I had gone through a week of nightmares in my sleep.
Red ones?
The words churned in my mind like a storm I couldn't outrun.
What did they mean? Who were they?
My chest tightened, and each inhale was almost painful. Fear pressed my ribs down, and it took some strength to not pass out.
Morrigan was silent.
Unusually, maddeningly silent.
It was worrying. Because shortly before I saw what I saw, she had spoken. But now there was nothing. The emptiness made my heartbeat louder, and I just knew that something was terribly wrong.
I sat on my bed, hugging my knees, trying to gather myself, to breathe.
Maybe if I just sat still, the panic would pass.
Just maybe.
