THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA
“I need to talk to you.”
She studied me for three long heartbeats then nodded toward the low bench near the hearth. “Sit down.”
I dropped onto the wood, my knees spread elbows on thighs. She took the chair opposite, smoothed her skirt over her knees and waited.
I opened my mouth, then closed it, then I tried again. “Something’s wrong with me.”
Her brow lifted a fraction. “Go on.”
“I keep seeing things,” I said in a low voice. “I’ve been seeing Anya’s face covered in blood, sometimes in fire. It’s like my head is splitting open and I can’t tell what’s real.”