He kissed my hand just like he did that day, she thought as she pulled her fingers from his hand and stepped back into the shadows. It was harder to control this time and she missed her desired location by a mile or two, forcing her to walk the rest of the way to Bobby’s. The last thing he’s ever going to do, maybe, is kiss my hand and I still haven’t said ‘I love you’.
Those were the thoughts going through her mind when she had left and they were still going through her mind when she made her way back. The shadows spit her out in a heap, knees hitting concrete but at least she knew where she was. Gathering her skirts in her hands, she began walking to the small house, repeating the information over and over in her head.
As soon as she opened the door, she knew there was something wrong. In a hurry she moved to the back room and stopped just for a moment to take in the scene. Then she was across the room, stumbling to his side. “Leo! Leo, what’s wrong? What happened?”
Leo was still mumbling the warlock prayer like a mantra when she found him. Shuddering breaths puffed out of him as he tried to respond, though he couldn’t look at her. He probably looked more dead than when she left. “They’re in my head–can’t sleep–won’t let me sleep.” Swallowing, he dared a glance up, a bloodshot eye locking with hers. His hands kept digging into his head as the voices chittered away.
“So…h u n g r y."
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