night moves


 She burrowed into her pillows and pulled the sheet over her head. “Where did you go?”

“It’s not a where,” Sam spoke from the darkness.

“Is this a dream?”

“Yes. The only place and time we have. Who were you praying to?”

“What?”

“You called out to Hecate, Isis, Yemana, and Mary. They might shed tears for you, but that’s all.”

“And Jack.”

“Yes, Jack. Your knight always, but where was he? Mortal just like yourself and still in a cage of his own making.”

“I needed him.”

“And you got me. He can’t be with you every moment, and you’ll likely outlive him if he doesn’t...”

“Don’t say that. Go away."

“I can’t until you hear me out.”

She put her palms flat over her ears, only to find his voice as deep inside her as Jack ever was. Intimate.

Sam’s voice curled in her head like smoke. “You need to understand what you did and how you did it. Gathering power when you were lying on that hard, shiny, unclean floor, hiding from the violence that you knew was coming.”

“I didn’t know.”

“Yes, you did. Own it.”

Anna hugged herself in her sleep, trying to twist away from the truth.

“The girl followed you from room to room. Hid in your shadow. And that man. He was burning with evil from the moment he came through the door. He knew she was going to tell on him. His fear and rage. Hers. You took all that energy from them, focused it, and sent it where it would do the most damage. That was all you.”

“Please. Let me wake up.”

“As you wish.”



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