I know my soul's freezingIt was easy enough to play the scared card and he backed way off, stepping away into the edges of twilight where it was hard to see him but I could breathe a little easier. My chest squeezes hard in toward my heart and I want to make things better but this wouldn't achieve that. This would make it worse.
Hell's hot for good reason
So please take me
Take all the time you need.
(How long will you live? That will be the time I need.)
Please come to me if you have any questions.
(Why do you do this? Why can't you just let her be. She was TWELVE, for Gods sakes.)
I hope you'll consider this very seriously, Neamhchiontach.
(In what universe could I even hope to consider this? This isn't serious. It's ludicrous.)
I nod and try and breathe. When I go back into the house Lochlan tells me I look pale.
It's cold.
If it were, you'd be pink, not whitish-grey, Peanut. He looks unimpressed so to actually impress him, I faint.
I hear the yelling (why do they always yell?) and I try to sit up but I don't think I have any energy left. He pulls me up and I lean against his chest, my back warm suddenly. I felt so cold. I don't really understand. My fingers are icy. My eyes burn.
What happened? PJ leans down in my face.
She was outside with Lucy. He probably poisoned her. Loch's voice is so ragey sometimes. It makes me sad. If only he knew.
I shake my head. Psychic overload. Like the lights.
You didn't put out any lights, Peanut.
The night is young.
Not for you, it isn't. He stands me up but holds on tightly, picking up one hand and waving it comically toward PJ. Say goodnight, Bridget.
Goodnight, Bridget, I tell PJ and I am taken to bed.
***
Batman was right. Why did he know these things? What else does he know that he isn't telling me? Why would Caleb think his latest proposal would be something I would ever consider in a million years? Oh, but for my horrible curious streak I wouldn't understand but sadly I do. Perfectly.