”Ĭacey crouched down next to him and pulled up one of his eyelids. “Caspian!” I said, seeing his still form by the fireplace mantel. Uri and Sophie were removing the flowers from the bed. Beside me Cacey was blowing out the candles that Vincent had lit, before gathering them into a small pile. He glanced at my hands and my knees, gently moved my head from side to side to check for other wounds. “Easy, easy,” Kame said, his voice smooth and melodic, like the rush of soft spring air after a long-closed window has been opened. Little pools of blood surrounded me in squiggly lines and half-shaped circles, forming a macabre version of a child’s painting. My hands were slick from gripping the floor. A wave of nausea swept over me, and the room spun crazily. Tried to get to him, but strong arms held me still. The floor was covered in glass and bits of broken wood-what was left of my perfume cabinet-but I didn’t care. ,” I said desperately, and sat straight up. I’d never buy a house and get a dog.īut that didn’t matter anymore. I’d never have my own perfume shop, or graduate from high school. I was never going to see my parents again. Sophie, Kame, Uri, and Cacey are here to collect me. “I don’t look good?” Then I put my head down as tears covered my cheeks. Blood covered my knees in dark, jagged lines, and my arm burned from where Vincent had tried to yank it out of the socket. Hysteria bubbled over, and I glanced down at myself.
As I stared up into Kame’s colorless eyes, I kept thinking, This can’t be happening. And all I could see were the Revenants looking down at me. “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” by Washington IrvingĪll I could hear was my heart beating. “If I can but reach that bridge,” thought Ichabod, “I am safe.”
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