form words. His skin ached. It might flay from his face at any moment and he didn't give a shit.
"A club. Red walls upstairs, peeling gray wallpaper downstairs."
He grabbed her face in his hands, squeezing her cheeks. "What?"
"That's where they meet. They have more of the devices; it's magic, dark magic. It's where he gets what he needs. Where he finds the people who make things happen for him."
Her vision. She was telling him her premonition. Samuel laid her gently on the floor before jumping to his feet. He rushed to his computer. He'd type it up. Whatever she said, he would make sure it was recorded.
Grabbing his head as it pounded harder, he realized his body disliked the space between them. He was supposed to be touching her, holding her through this. Damn. But he had to get this correct.
He rushed back, scooping her up in his arms. After today, he'd order a voice recorder but for now he was going to have to deal with this as best he could. With Eden secured in his embrace, he sat down on the chair next to his desk. One handed, he started to type.
Red Walls. Gray Wallpaper. Bad People. Group . Yes, he thought he got all of it.
"We need to go there. As a group we can retrieve the necessary spell to reverse the damage. But we have to go fast. HURRY."
Eden's body seized in his arms and he gripped her tighter. His energy grabbed hers, forcing it forward. She jerked one more time while her eyelids blinked rapidly.
Finally, he saw consciousness return to her pupils. She rubbed at her face like she wanted to make sure it was still attached to her body.
"You're okay." He said it more to assure himself than to tell her. She would know if she was fine or not. But he needed to say it like he could make it true.
"I'm okay." She sat up, throwing her arms around him. "I could feel you. It was like you kept me here, like you were an anchor not letting me move too far, not letting me fall away from myself." He felt wetness on his neck and he realized she must be crying. Not sure what to do with tears, particularly Eden's, he held her more tightly. "This was the first time ever I knew I would come back. I wasn't afraid I'd disappear in it forever. And it was clearer. I'm sure it was a real one."
"I'm so glad I could help you." His voice sounded scratchy to his own ears. He might start tearing up if he didn't get control of himself.
"Isabelle." She jerked back to look him in the eyes.
He shook his head. "What?"
"She was on the phone with me when the vision hit. What happened to her?"
It had just happened but Samuel had pushed that totally out of his mind already. "I hung up on her."
"You did? Why? Didn't you explain?" She shuffled off his lap, grazing past his cock and causing it to jerk in response. If his penis could talk, it would express its love of her movements poetically. All Samuel could do was manage not to groan aloud. He did enough of that internally.
"I didn't know her and I'm not used to explaining myself."
She grabbed his shirt. "It doesn't matter. Thank you for what you did. We have to get to New Orleans and I need to speak to Isabelle. Now. Where is my phone?"
He stood up and crossed to the phone, picking it off the floor. Eden couldn't leave his apartment. He'd just gotten her there. His face seemed to be adjusting, slightly, and he didn't want to lose her yet. Well, he'd never want to lose her, but it was inevitable.
"I can't go to New Orleans and I've got news for you, neither can you, it's snowing buckets outside."
"Oh that." She looked up through the window at the snow. "You're right. Guess there aren't flights taking off right now."
"Correct." He handed her the phone. "So whatever it is will have to wait until the weather gets better. And even then I can't get on a plane. I don't have any identification to speak of." He pointed at his face, hoping he could make it amusing. Humor wasn't his strongest suit but the situation seemed to call for it. "The whole changing appearance problem makes it
"A club. Red walls upstairs, peeling gray wallpaper downstairs."
He grabbed her face in his hands, squeezing her cheeks. "What?"
"That's where they meet. They have more of the devices; it's magic, dark magic. It's where he gets what he needs. Where he finds the people who make things happen for him."
Her vision. She was telling him her premonition. Samuel laid her gently on the floor before jumping to his feet. He rushed to his computer. He'd type it up. Whatever she said, he would make sure it was recorded.
Grabbing his head as it pounded harder, he realized his body disliked the space between them. He was supposed to be touching her, holding her through this. Damn. But he had to get this correct.
He rushed back, scooping her up in his arms. After today, he'd order a voice recorder but for now he was going to have to deal with this as best he could. With Eden secured in his embrace, he sat down on the chair next to his desk. One handed, he started to type.
Red Walls. Gray Wallpaper. Bad People. Group . Yes, he thought he got all of it.
"We need to go there. As a group we can retrieve the necessary spell to reverse the damage. But we have to go fast. HURRY."
Eden's body seized in his arms and he gripped her tighter. His energy grabbed hers, forcing it forward. She jerked one more time while her eyelids blinked rapidly.
Finally, he saw consciousness return to her pupils. She rubbed at her face like she wanted to make sure it was still attached to her body.
"You're okay." He said it more to assure himself than to tell her. She would know if she was fine or not. But he needed to say it like he could make it true.
"I'm okay." She sat up, throwing her arms around him. "I could feel you. It was like you kept me here, like you were an anchor not letting me move too far, not letting me fall away from myself." He felt wetness on his neck and he realized she must be crying. Not sure what to do with tears, particularly Eden's, he held her more tightly. "This was the first time ever I knew I would come back. I wasn't afraid I'd disappear in it forever. And it was clearer. I'm sure it was a real one."
"I'm so glad I could help you." His voice sounded scratchy to his own ears. He might start tearing up if he didn't get control of himself.
"Isabelle." She jerked back to look him in the eyes.
He shook his head. "What?"
"She was on the phone with me when the vision hit. What happened to her?"
It had just happened but Samuel had pushed that totally out of his mind already. "I hung up on her."
"You did? Why? Didn't you explain?" She shuffled off his lap, grazing past his cock and causing it to jerk in response. If his penis could talk, it would express its love of her movements poetically. All Samuel could do was manage not to groan aloud. He did enough of that internally.
"I didn't know her and I'm not used to explaining myself."
She grabbed his shirt. "It doesn't matter. Thank you for what you did. We have to get to New Orleans and I need to speak to Isabelle. Now. Where is my phone?"
He stood up and crossed to the phone, picking it off the floor. Eden couldn't leave his apartment. He'd just gotten her there. His face seemed to be adjusting, slightly, and he didn't want to lose her yet. Well, he'd never want to lose her, but it was inevitable.
"I can't go to New Orleans and I've got news for you, neither can you, it's snowing buckets outside."
"Oh that." She looked up through the window at the snow. "You're right. Guess there aren't flights taking off right now."
"Correct." He handed her the phone. "So whatever it is will have to wait until the weather gets better. And even then I can't get on a plane. I don't have any identification to speak of." He pointed at his face, hoping he could make it amusing. Humor wasn't his strongest suit but the situation seemed to call for it. "The whole changing appearance problem makes it
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