Skye listened to the rest of Dominic’s story with
an expressionless face. Elbows on the table, hands clasped in front of her with
her forehead resting on her knuckles as she fought the voice in her head. The
mocking laughter that echoed inside of her skull made her feel like she was
slowly going crazy. Even though she found it so hard to believe any of what she
had been told, she couldn’t deny the feeling of not being alone inside. She
didn’t even realize when Dominic had stopped talking because she was so caught
up inside of herself. It wasn’t until Chase squatted down in front of her,
placed both hands on either side of her chair and turned it so that she was
facing towards him that she had even noticed that all conversation had stopped.
His aqua blue eyes were solid on
hers as he searched her face. “How long have you known
me?” he asked her softly but his voice still held the rough edge she associated
with him even although he barely spoke.
She blinked… and looked down into those blue/green
eyes, the colour of tropical sea that is waiting for someone to swim lazily
through it.
“Is this a trick question?” she replied and
thought for a moment, “because… I think I’ve known you what almost 20yrs?
Unfortunately I’m being told I’ve known you a lot longer than that and I’m
sorry if my memory is shot on the subject.” The frustration in her voice was so
hard to hide that she wasn’t actively trying to hide it at all. “Not that I
would be able to remember anything from before then from what you are all
saying.” She tried repeatedly to reach back to the memories of exactly when she
met him and couldn’t recall that they had even been introduced.
Chase tilted his head slightly and stole a
glance at Maury who was standing behind Skye rummaging through the cupboards
looking for glasses although he had no need to even open the cupboard doors as
the cupboards were white with glass inlays. He could see right through them but
Chase figured his nerves had him not thinking quite clearly at the moment. After
a minute of sliding this and moving that, he finally came away with a bottle of
red wine. Annoyed at the noise Skye snapped, “Is there something you need in
there Maury?” and he stiffened. Immediately she felt bad, he had never been
anything other than respectful to her despite what he had told her. Then she
noticed the bottle that Maury was holding was one that Deacon had bought for
them to celebrate their first year of being successful business owners. She
felt the sting but recovered quickly.
Maury stopped in
his tracks and froze confused about his next move he looked from left to right
trying to find his words. “Um…yes I was just looking for glasses… I think you
need a drink.” Under his breath he mumbled “I know I do…” as soon as the words
were out of his mouth he could feel Chases gaze hot on him making the fine
hairs stand on end.
Skye stood up oblivious to the exchange, unapologetically
she bumped Chase out of her way with her hip, strode over and took the wine
bottle out of Maury’s hand and put it back in the wine rack. She whispered
softly to herself. “I must have been transferred to a parallel universe when I
woke up.” Dominic quickly replied, “No Sweetheart, you weren’t. This…is…real
and so is what I’m saying.” She didn’t turn around she continued to shuffled
sideways a few steps and pulled a bottle of Bourbon down off of the top shelf
that held all the hard liquor and handed it to Maury instead. Seeing this as an
even better choice he took 4 tumbler glasses from the cupboard he had finally
found with the glasses and with an equal amount of excitement and placed one glass
in front of each of the chairs on the table.
Chase hadn’t yet
moved from his position of squatting in front of Skye’s chair but as he saw
that she was returning to the table he rose and stood aside for her to sit back
down.
“Maury…” he said in that soft, rough voice of
his but with authority and the smaller man immediately slumped his shoulders at
and looked at him while Chase continued. “Go outside and tell the guys they can
go and we’ll fill them in later, before you drink that.” Maury felt lifted at
the thought of being the one to issue an order. He thought at first that he was
going to be banished from the rest of the conversation. With his head held high he strode to back
door, slipped out and relayed the message.
Skye put the bottle down in the middle of the
table. “We’ll let’s see…I passed out, woke up to find out that apparently I’m
not who I think I am, was told I was never supposed to have children,” she
paused as her heart filled with sadness from the latter and continued. “You say
I’m supposed to be some ancient Goddess but that she is trapped in that box
right there, I have to share my body and mind with…that...” She pointed to the
white oak box still situated in front of Dominic. “Is that straight so far?”
Dominic nodded so she kept going.
“My husband…the love of my life you are also saying,
was sent to find be and bring me back to you and that all of you” she waved to
the men dispersing outside, “Are here to protect me…and/or kill me. Am I
right?” This time Chase responded with a nod.
She felt pretty calm despite the sense of
overwhelming fear that flowed over her. “Ok…so what is it your protecting me
from and why?” suddenly she thought of a better question. “Wait!” she
exclaimed, “You said that you have been protecting me for centuries!” As the
words came out of her mouth she felt foolish. What the fuck am I doing? She thought to herself and that odd voice
replied. You’re hearing the truth… it
echoed…
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