I look down at the angry waves crashing against the cliff below. Yeah, actually, I think I feel better with them holding onto me. In fact, if they could hold onto me tighter, that would be fantastic. For some reason, that thought makes me think of them holding me tighter, naked, against the cliff wall on the very dangerous and thin cliff path.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
The Voices snicker.
“I don’t think it’s that funny, I think it’s more disturbing than anything,”I argue back, and they simply carry on laughing at me.
Huffing indignantly, I have to admit that I am grateful that wasn’t one of those things that I said out loud though, because I have no reasonable way to explain that thought. Apart from to say that I pretty much always want them naked, so location really isn’t something I’m that bothered about.
Now, logically, I shouldn’t be as freaked out as I am about walking on this tiny cliff path because I can fly. However, my logical and illogical sides don’t always see eye to eye. In fact, my illogical side is a downright bitch sometimes, so although I know that, I’m still terrified. Plus, wings are still a pretty new thing to me, and quite honestly, I don’t know whether I would open them if I were falling off something. It would hopefully be instinctual, but if it’s not and it’s something that I have to trigger with a thought or something, then I feel like I would think of opening my wings too late.
Yeah, I don’t want the guys to let go of me, and now I have successfully managed to freak myself out, again.
The number of times that I have talked myself into freaking out should be fucking studied.
It’s not normal, but it is impressive.
Just to be clear, I’m not freaked out because of the water. If I were then I would have to admit to the guys that I was getting an iffy feeling after all, and that maybe the woman in my dream was warning me after all, however that’s not the case.
It’s not the water that’s freaking me out at all. It’s the falling.
I fucking hate falling, and falling to your death is the worst, you have too much time to think. Trust me, I’ve done it, and it has to be one of my worst deaths. Not that there are any good deaths, but thereare ones that are more peaceful, ones that aren’t drenched in pain, and those I consider good deaths.
Falling though, nope. I fucking hate it. Funnily enough, it hasn’t made me fear heights, and you would think that it would.
My brain never works quite right though.
“It’s not much further, I think I see the path widening up ahead,” Griff calls back over the sound of the wind that has of course, decided to pick back up.
Because this isn’t perilous enough as it is.
I have a little time and I’m trying to distract myself from the sheer drop into the icy depths of the Scottish sea, where there are, no doubt, lots of hidden jagged rocks ready to end me, and I really do not want to die that way. Especially since I know that there are also supernatural creatures hiding in the depths of the ocean too.
No, thank you.
Apparently, I am shit at distracting myself.
Thankfully, Griff was right, and the path gets wider before we’re all standing in front of the dark mouth of a cliff.
The entrance is pretty big, and I’m hoping that it stays that way because I am not good with being in small spaces, and small spaces where I’m in the earth, well, that’s even fucking worse.
Ransom mutters a couple of words, and then the cave ahead of us lights up with floating witch lights, which allows us to see that the space beyond is really big and that we will all fit in there easily. Plus, they have the added bonus of looking super pretty too.
We all move inside to get out of the wind and away from the edge of the cliff. At least that’s why I practically run inside. I suppose I should have been more cautious, considering that this cave hasn’t been usedfor a really long time and could have some sort of creature living inside it, but honestly, falling off the cliff is a bigger fear of mine than being eaten by some cave-dwelling creature.
The likelihood of something being in here is pretty fucking small anyway.
I can’t believe that we have to go back out that way, well, I can, I mean, it’s a cave, I’m pretty sure that there’s only going to be one way in and out of it. Unless it’s connected to a cave system, that would be pretty cool.
The way back is going to be uphill and even more tricky to trek up than it was coming down, and what if the weather gets worse?
You know what? I’m going to stay here, this is a nice cave. I could live here, no problem.
Okay, I have fully spiraled.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Neith
