When Skye’s eyes finally opened she was on
the couch in the front room. Although she felt warm she felt something move
down the side of her face, the trail of it gave her the slight itch and urge to
wipe it away until she noticed something cool and damp on her forehead. Before
she moved, she assessed her surroundings without turning her head, only using
her ears. She felt a sense of unease as she briefly remembered her strange dream
yet at the same time she wondered about the story she was told about herself
and her repeated lives.
Panic kicked in wildly inside her chest as
soon as she thought that she might have lost her life again as she had been
told she would. Skye’s body heated, she became flush and her breathing laboured
trying to calm herself and think rationally.
The brain in her head was trying to make
sense of it all. She looked around the room and her logic kicked in telling her
that she wouldn’t have remembered the story or the room she was in if that was
what had happened. Relief crashed into her with a force that amazed her. As she
tried to take long slow breaths, she lifted her hand to her forehead and saw it
trembling, immediately she put it back down beside her and tried to lock down
her emotions. Concentrating on the fact
that her head hurt, she winced at the pain as she tried to sit upright until
she noticed that her cheek was tender and throbbing too. She quickly decided
that giving up on moving was the best thing and she would just stay where she
was. Deciding that it would be a good idea just to close her eyes again and
sort through her thoughts calmly.
Everything was quiet for the first few minutes.
Skye lifted her now steady hand to her face and let out a low moan when she
touched her sore cheek, it was then that she heard footsteps. Skye could barely
see the doorway without straining her eyes even in the dim light. Slowly she
turned her head towards the door but the pillow made her rethink that movement even
as the soft cushion caused her face to howl at her. Blinking, the first person
she saw step through the archway was Chase.
“Great,” she mumbled clearly annoyed.
“You’re still here?” When he merely shrugged, she chuckled softly and rubbed her
cheekbone tenderly again as pain throbbed it reminding her to stop doing that.
On some subconscious level she poked at her face because she was trying to put
the pieces together. “I must have passed
out and hit something.” She thought to herself.
“What the hell happened to my face?” she
said more to herself knowing that Chase wouldn’t say much if he said anything
at all, but he surprised her when his answer rumbled out of him “You passed
out.” He said simply. “Wow,” she
thought to herself. “Has his voice always
sounded like that?” His voice was smooth and musical in its soft cadence.
“Oh…” she replied softly and let the
conversation or lack of, drift off as she heard more footsteps coming towards
the front room. Dominic rounded the corner with a strained smile on his sour
face; he made his way over to her like a man on a mission stopped in front of
her and put his hand on Chases shoulder while Maury and Cy came in close behind
him. Cyrus saw that his mother was awake he stumbled over to her, knelt down
and took the now cold cloth off of her forehead. She watched is face and
noticed the sadness and worry in his eyes. Her heart broke especially when he
wouldn’t look her in the eye; it was at that moment she knew without a doubt
that something bad had happened.
“Cyrus?” she hedged gently lifting his chin
to look at her with her hand. “What happened?” His eyes shot to hers for no
more than a second before he turned and pleaded silently with Chase. Chase rose
to his full height but said nothing, only turning away from her and deferred
all explanation to Maury with a jerk of his head. Skye figured that since he
liked to talk the most it would best be coming from him anyway. Maury didn’t
hesitate as he told Skye about the invasion of her mind from Georgia and how
Chase had to shut her up once Georgia had found out that there were children in
the game now. Hearing her life referred to as a game made Skye want to scream,
instead she listened intently remembering her odd dream.
It didn’t take Maury long to recap for her
and after wrestling with the chaos going on inside of her, all Skye could do
was shake her head in what she wished was disbelief but then returned the
favour of telling them about the “dream” she thought that she was having when
she had been able to talk Georgia face to face.
Once she finished her story the three men
in front of her looked at one another clearly not knowing where to go from
here. The less they spoke the more nervous she became. “How do I stop her from
taking over my life?” The question was asked like it was no more than slight inconvenience
that they could get around. Dominic ran his fingers roughly through his short
hair. “I’m not sure,” he said with a growl, clearly exasperated with how things
were going. “We’ll have to look through all of the journals and books that we
have in possession, we might have to send out word to some of the others and
see what we can do.” Skye bristled at the word others.
“There are more of you?” she questioned in more
disbelief. Dom looked to Chase who again shrugged. “Really, for the ones that
are supposed to have all of the answers, you sure don’t talk a whole hell of a
lot.” Before Chase shrugged again Skye held her hand up palm out to stop him. “Don’t
bother big man, if you shrug one more time I might have to come over there and
repay the favour you gave my face.” The blush that bloomed across Chase’s face
was a complementing shade that set off his strawberry blond hair.
In an attempt to save Chase the embarrassment
that he never usually suffered Dominic answered Sky’s question. “Yes there
are,” he paused, stilling himself, he noticed something was wrong. Skye could
see it on his face. His eyebrows lowered, nostrils flared and a growl escaped
his lips while looked out the door to the foyer, just now noticing that Gertie
was gone and had been for some time.
“Where’s
the witch?”
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