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JASH
I walked behind Alex Casey and Saga Anderson as I tried to calm the troubled waters that was my mind. My husband and egg-friend didn’t need any words from me as they would only distract them from their investigation.
An investigation that was merely a pretense to bring both of them to Bright Falls. Even without Alan Wake’s interference, they would go anywhere to solve a murder. So he could pull those strings that grew more numerous with the ties that each had here.
So pretense or not, it was better for me to be silent. Which is why I stayed a few feet behind them.
Since I lingered behind I could go over my thoughts. Thoughts that noticed how there didn’t seem to be any large scale changes from the last time I had been in this moment.
Why hadn’t the Dark Presence tried to attack me? All the tension in me that cried out for a fight now had nowhere to go. My heart raced with the absence of blood dripping from my claws and teeth. Our examination of the crime scene had been peaceful to the point of torture.
Was the Dark Presence mocking me? Or had it yet to recover its strength? No. It couldn’t be so weak that Nightingale hadn’t made an attempt on my life.
“You’re awfully quiet.” Saga teased.
“It is not ours to investigate this case.” I lied but moved beside them anyways. “It is ours to only speak when asked a question.”
“********.” Alex said.
I loved and hated that my husband knew me so well. I loved and hated how he could tell when my moments of quiet were caused by peace or darker thoughts. He was also privy to the truth of my origins while Saga thought of me as merely another dryskin.
It would have helped my mind if I could speak my troubles to Saga. But I couldn’t be honest with the woman who hardly deserved to be kept in the dark. Again I cursed the FBC. If they had been slower to find me then we wouldn’t have to play this charade with her.
At least for a little while longer.
“It’s too calm.” I said as it was the only way to be honest with her.
“Calm?” Saga laughed. “An FBI agent is dead and there’s a cult that’s active in the area. I bet you think funerals are too lively.”
“Funerals are ********.” Alex replied. “The worst people are held up as saints because they’re dead.”
“I must apologize for my husband, Saga.” I joked. “He’s merely afraid that people don’t hate him as much as he hates himself.”
“I’ve noticed.” Saga replied with a smile.
Alex glared first at Saga and then at me. I could tell his annoyance was real but also that he didn’t want us to know he was amused. So I did the only thing I could think of.
I lightly kissed his cheek and put an arm around his shoulders. As soon as my mouth touched his cheek, a sense of calm came over me. There was a battle ahead against an entity that was beyond any mortal understanding. But, for now, I was with my husband and a dear friend.
The rest of the walk back to the car I remained silent as they discussed the case.
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