that this is much more complicated than you could imagine.”
“How could you possibly understand how I’m feeling?”
“Violet.” Brett’s eyes tightened at the corners as she said my name. “Please don’t make this any more difficult than it already is.”
Neither of us said anything for a few minutes. So much had happened this evening and I was trying to take it all in. Almost dying, Robert saving my life, sneaking through secret corridors into the house and overhearing that I’m The Waker.
I found my thoughts wandering back to the searing heat in Robert’s eyes when he saved me. As he stared down at me I could feel him in my heart and soul. It was as if he had access to the deepest, darkest parts of me. That warmth not only saved my life, it spread through me like the sun on a warm day every time his skin came in contact with mine. I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same thing, if there was some sort of connection between us. Maybe everyone he saved felt the same thing I did; maybe the connection wasn’t personal at all. How many others had he saved ?
“Can I ask you something?” I asked, staring at my glass of water.
“What is it?” she replied, raising an eyebrow as if she were preparing to scold me again.
“Has this ever… I mean has Robert ever…” I didn’t know how to finish the sentence. I couldn’t bring myself to say the words out loud.
“No, he hasn’t,” she answered, understanding my question.
“Oh.” I took a large gulp of water.
“Do you remember what happened before Robert was with you?”
I thought I remembered everything crystal clear but when I tried to think back on the evening it was all a little fuzzy.
“I remember walking out to my car to put away my equipment and then everything starts to get a little hazy,” I admitted.
“Where does your memory start to come back in?” Brett asked.
“I remember my attacker telling me he had to kill me because of some prophecy, that he was surprised I didn’t have any power.” I carefully watched her reaction. The set of her mouth tightened slightly but she kept her face calm and collected, as if I had just told her the sky was blue.
She didn’t say anything so I continued. “He said that I would wake The Lady and they couldn’t let that happen. But I have no clue what he’s talking about. How does this have anything to do with me?” I started tearing up. I took a deep breath that rattled on my lips and gathered my senses.
“The next thing I remember is hearing Robert’s voice and then I was warm all over, from the inside out. I thought I was dying and then…” I explained, suddenly realizing I was telling a complete stranger about my miracle near-death experience when I didn’t even know what had happened. I also had the distinct feeling that no one but Robert would quite understand the raw sensation that had passed between us.
“And then?” Brett asked. She offered a patient nod as she waited for me to continue.
“And then, it goes fuzzy again,” I lied.
“It’s okay, try not to push yourself to remember. Your mind is trying to protect you.” She placed her hand on my shoulder. “I’m going to get changed real quick. The wedding is mostly over anyway. Just relax for a bit and when you’re ready I’ll walk you out.”
“Thanks again, for the clothes.”
“Of course.” Brett stood up and walked across the room to her large walk-in closet.
I sat on the bed alone for a few minutes, thinking everything over. So it wasn’t a habit of Robert’s to save every damsel in distress, but what did that mean for me? He wasn’t even going to come back up and talk to me. I might not ever get to see him again. And then what, was I supposed to just forget him? Forget about him saving me and go on with my life like nothing ever happened?
I wasn’t exactly sure how long I had been sitting alone. Time didn’t seem to hold the same value, what with everything going on. I figured it hadn’t been
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