“…moonlight… another shadow?” I wasn’t sure about anything else, but the shadows… I could’ve sworn on my life they were there.
“Which side?”
I stammered for a moment. The answer was right there.
“…Left,” I said finally. “I think.”
“You think?”
“I don’t know,” I snapped, my hand still pressed against my head. “It’s not clear.”
“Somebody was there.”
“How close?”
“Close enough that I should’ve seen them,” I said. “But I didn’t.”
That didn’t sit right with me.
None of it did.
“My gut always warns me. I should’ve known better than to ignore—”
The thought broke off, and I sucked my teeth in frustration before pressing my fingers right back into my temple.
“Damn,” I breathed. “This shit’s not coming back right.”
“Then don’t force it,” he said.
“I’m not forcing anything. It’s just not—”
I paused as a hazy memory flashed in and out.
“…There was a sound,” I said.
“What kind?”
“I don’t know. It felt like something was about to happen.”
“And then?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“Then it got loud.”
The words barely left my mouth before the pain spiked again. Hard.
“Damn—” I grabbed my head, my knees dipped, and the room tilted sideways.
My hand shot out for the counter, but I missed.
“Easy,” Booda said, moving to my side.
My shoulder hit the wall, and I pressed into it, catching myself.
“Don’t—” I started, pushing off it, only to end up leaning into him anyway. “I’m good.”
That was a lie.
