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Something was shaking me, bouncing my brain around inside my head, each bounce setting of a sick boom of pain.
I didn’t want to wake up, didn’t want to open my eyes.
Warm breath fanned my cheek, soft lips pressed gently against mine. Loi’s lips. And it was Loi’s voice that again whispered a name: “Adam…”
Adam? Who was…
Oh yeah, Adam was me.
My eyes opened to darkness, to a shadowed face hovering over mine. I sensed more than saw her: my sweet Loi. She was here in my bedroom, where she’d never been before. Something must be wrong. “What—”
“Shhhh.” Loi’s hand covered my mouth. “Don’t say anything or you might wake her. Just come with me.”
Wake her? Wake the Other? She didn’t want the Other to wake up? What was going on?
Loi tugged on my arm. “Hurry.”
Then it all crashed into my head in one giant wave. The church house. The crying babe. The Other strangling it. Loi screaming. And someone, most likely the Preacherman, knocking me out.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up. My head pounded harder. I sucked in a couple of deep breaths and the pounding eased up, settled into a steady, throbbing pain. And swimming around inside my head with the hurt was a thought: just where was Loi wanting us to go? Continue reading