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glow radiated out from him, engulfing both bodies.
Morrigan looked over Blake’s shoulder, smirked at Grace, and snapped her fingers.
Agony shredded through Grace, as if she were yanked apart in a million different directions. She tried to scream, but her vocal chords didn’t work.
“Luci.” Blake’s concern cut through the foul memory. She focused on him leaning over her, concern painting his face.
Her entire body still screamed in agony, though part of her knew she was fine. She struggled to draw in another breath.
“Love? Are you with me?” He brushed a strand of hair from her face.
She sucked in another desperate gulp of air, more grateful than she should be that it was an option. Reality displaced the memory and left confusion in its wake. “I was...” She didn’t know. What was that?
“It’s okay.” He helped her sit, shifting so he could support her. “You’re here, not somewhere else. It was just a dream.”
Except it wasn’t. She looked at him and saw the face of a man who had worn four different names. But they were all him. She dropped her hand to her hip. “You knew.” Her voice rasped out past dry lips.
He furrowed his brow and studied her. “Knew what?”
That was a good question. If those men were all him, and what she’d dreamed was real, how did she know it as though she’d lived it? And why was she so convinced it wasn’t just a waking nightmare? A voice whispered in her head. An insistence she not write this off like she always had in the past. That meant she was those women. She always figured it out too late. Just as Morrigan killed her. But that didn’t make any sense.
No more sense than the fact she was sitting in a god’s guest bedroom, wondering how much he’d kept from her. She wrenched away from him and stood. “You knew who I was.”
“No.” Even the single word had a waver to it. He held her gaze. “I didn’t.”
Except he did, because he knew what she was talking about. Rage and betrayal roared inside, carried on the lingering agony of remembering her own death three times over. “You did. And you lied to me about it.”
Chapter Eleven
Blake didn’t know what Luci had seen, but for several minutes it hadn’t been him. He’d awoken to her whimpering and shivering, but couldn’t shake her from her glass-eyed gaze. Whatever had been in her head, she knew something now. He could feign innocence and try to draw the details out of her, but he had a pretty good idea what she was talking about. “I didn’t know until tonight. And even then, I wasn’t certain. It’s what Marley came to tell me.”
Luci stepped back from the bed, fury and confusion warring for dominance of her features. “It’s true, then. I’m the living embodiment of those women you were married to.”
How much did she know? He wanted to sit and talk it through with her. Find out what she’d seen. That probably needed to wait. “Maybe. Probably. Apparently. I wasn’t sure, even after Marley showed me. I wanted to find out before I said anything to you. You’re already dealing with enough discovery.”
“Maybe it should be my decision what is and isn’t enough. You sat there and prodded me. Feeding me names. Nudging me, to see how I’d respond to stories about your past.”
“That’s not what I was doing.” Or maybe it had been. “I wanted you to know who I was. And if it’s true, if you’re them, I need to figure out how to stop this from happening again.” He kept his voice firm.
“I’m not them .” She clenched her fists. “I’m me! I refuse to be a walking memory, so you have something to cling to rather than move on with life. So your fucked up associates have another ghost to hunt down. You want to know how to keep me safe? Stay away from me. Maybe they’d have lived to see forty if you’d done that.”
“You have the birthmark, don’t you?”
She rolled her eyes, jerked up the hem of her shirt, and tugged down the waistband of her jeans. A splotch
Morrigan looked over Blake’s shoulder, smirked at Grace, and snapped her fingers.
Agony shredded through Grace, as if she were yanked apart in a million different directions. She tried to scream, but her vocal chords didn’t work.
“Luci.” Blake’s concern cut through the foul memory. She focused on him leaning over her, concern painting his face.
Her entire body still screamed in agony, though part of her knew she was fine. She struggled to draw in another breath.
“Love? Are you with me?” He brushed a strand of hair from her face.
She sucked in another desperate gulp of air, more grateful than she should be that it was an option. Reality displaced the memory and left confusion in its wake. “I was...” She didn’t know. What was that?
“It’s okay.” He helped her sit, shifting so he could support her. “You’re here, not somewhere else. It was just a dream.”
Except it wasn’t. She looked at him and saw the face of a man who had worn four different names. But they were all him. She dropped her hand to her hip. “You knew.” Her voice rasped out past dry lips.
He furrowed his brow and studied her. “Knew what?”
That was a good question. If those men were all him, and what she’d dreamed was real, how did she know it as though she’d lived it? And why was she so convinced it wasn’t just a waking nightmare? A voice whispered in her head. An insistence she not write this off like she always had in the past. That meant she was those women. She always figured it out too late. Just as Morrigan killed her. But that didn’t make any sense.
No more sense than the fact she was sitting in a god’s guest bedroom, wondering how much he’d kept from her. She wrenched away from him and stood. “You knew who I was.”
“No.” Even the single word had a waver to it. He held her gaze. “I didn’t.”
Except he did, because he knew what she was talking about. Rage and betrayal roared inside, carried on the lingering agony of remembering her own death three times over. “You did. And you lied to me about it.”
Chapter Eleven
Blake didn’t know what Luci had seen, but for several minutes it hadn’t been him. He’d awoken to her whimpering and shivering, but couldn’t shake her from her glass-eyed gaze. Whatever had been in her head, she knew something now. He could feign innocence and try to draw the details out of her, but he had a pretty good idea what she was talking about. “I didn’t know until tonight. And even then, I wasn’t certain. It’s what Marley came to tell me.”
Luci stepped back from the bed, fury and confusion warring for dominance of her features. “It’s true, then. I’m the living embodiment of those women you were married to.”
How much did she know? He wanted to sit and talk it through with her. Find out what she’d seen. That probably needed to wait. “Maybe. Probably. Apparently. I wasn’t sure, even after Marley showed me. I wanted to find out before I said anything to you. You’re already dealing with enough discovery.”
“Maybe it should be my decision what is and isn’t enough. You sat there and prodded me. Feeding me names. Nudging me, to see how I’d respond to stories about your past.”
“That’s not what I was doing.” Or maybe it had been. “I wanted you to know who I was. And if it’s true, if you’re them, I need to figure out how to stop this from happening again.” He kept his voice firm.
“I’m not them .” She clenched her fists. “I’m me! I refuse to be a walking memory, so you have something to cling to rather than move on with life. So your fucked up associates have another ghost to hunt down. You want to know how to keep me safe? Stay away from me. Maybe they’d have lived to see forty if you’d done that.”
“You have the birthmark, don’t you?”
She rolled her eyes, jerked up the hem of her shirt, and tugged down the waistband of her jeans. A splotch
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