after Mr. Niggard’s death.” He stressed the last word. “I hadn’t had anything to do with it, but we’d been so angry that day. Over what? He’d pulled a surprise quiz on us and the anger just blew up. When he died the possibility that he’d been murdered came up, I felt so damn guilty because of how we’d said he should be shot for giving us the quiz. Of course being shot was the easiest death we all had imagined for him.”
“Which as you now know absolutely does add to the potential for this to happen,” Stefan murmured. He saw it the world over. People didn’t realize, didn’t want to realize the power of their thoughts, and how much more power giving voice to those thoughts helped to create them. “Did the police question all of you back then?”
“Yes, and we were all cleared at the time.” He walked to the railing to stare at the gardens below. “I straightened up but I lost track of all others.”
“Exactly. Hence the guilt.”
“I switched schools after the accident and became the best student. A new page in my life and that part I am proud of. But it meant walking away from them too. Until then, I was a waste. A wastrel. I had a lot to make up for.”
“And you have, don’t be so hard on yourself.”
Trevor shook his head. “If I contributed at all to Mr. Niggard’s death, then I have so much more to make up for.”
Chapter 11
H annah studied the man at her side covertly. Her husband? How could she have forgotten such a person? This person was dark, dangerous. Sexy. Not her normal partner choice. They were…she frowned unable to access any images of her other boyfriends or husbands. If she had one, who knew, she might have a half dozen.
That there was a comfortable blankness to her mind scared her. Surely she shouldn’t be comfortable with that, should she? Wasn’t her mind supposed to be full of memories and conversations, images of friends and family? Stuff…
“I have to leave now,” her husband said. He leaned over and kissed her. “Stop worrying,” he whispered. “It will be fine.” And with that, he left the room.
How could it be fine? She didn’t remember him.
Hell, she couldn’t remember her name. Yet some things were there. The word amnesia for instance. She knew what it meant. She frowned as she sat up, opened up the blanket and threw it across her legs. Warmer now, she stared around the cozy, beautiful room and wondered where she was.
“How are you feeling now?” said Dr. Maddy.
Thankfully she’d introduced herself again but more than that the doctor’s energy was soft, calm. She was serene inside. Hannah was envious. Her insides were twisted and confused.
“I’m okay,” she said quietly. “As in I am feeling no physical pain but emotionally…”
“You’re a mess, got it.” Dr. Maddy smiled cheerfully. “Can you tell me what you experienced during that scan?”
“I don’t know what scan you’re talking about,” Hannah said carefully. “So, no.”
“Okay, well in that case how about I do a quick repeat.”
Hannah studied the woman in front of her. She had no reason to refuse. And maybe it would help clarify whatever was going on. She nodded.
“Great.” Dr. Maddy pulled up a chair and sat down. “It’s important to remember to relax and keep your eyes closed.”
Obediently, Hannah lay down again and closed her eyes. She had no idea what kind of scan this was, but she was willing. She took a breath and waited. Then the warm caring heat started at her toes. “I remember this,” she cried.
“Good. Then relax as you know this feels good.”
It felt better than good. Soothing heat soaked into her bones and made her moan in joy. The warmth ran up her feet and over her ankles, up her legs and across her belly. She wanted to cry out to slow the movement down, that she needed more, but it was already up to her head and shoulders. She arched her back in a sinuous movement as the energy climbed up her spine. It never stopped but eased
“Which as you now know absolutely does add to the potential for this to happen,” Stefan murmured. He saw it the world over. People didn’t realize, didn’t want to realize the power of their thoughts, and how much more power giving voice to those thoughts helped to create them. “Did the police question all of you back then?”
“Yes, and we were all cleared at the time.” He walked to the railing to stare at the gardens below. “I straightened up but I lost track of all others.”
“Exactly. Hence the guilt.”
“I switched schools after the accident and became the best student. A new page in my life and that part I am proud of. But it meant walking away from them too. Until then, I was a waste. A wastrel. I had a lot to make up for.”
“And you have, don’t be so hard on yourself.”
Trevor shook his head. “If I contributed at all to Mr. Niggard’s death, then I have so much more to make up for.”
Chapter 11
H annah studied the man at her side covertly. Her husband? How could she have forgotten such a person? This person was dark, dangerous. Sexy. Not her normal partner choice. They were…she frowned unable to access any images of her other boyfriends or husbands. If she had one, who knew, she might have a half dozen.
That there was a comfortable blankness to her mind scared her. Surely she shouldn’t be comfortable with that, should she? Wasn’t her mind supposed to be full of memories and conversations, images of friends and family? Stuff…
“I have to leave now,” her husband said. He leaned over and kissed her. “Stop worrying,” he whispered. “It will be fine.” And with that, he left the room.
How could it be fine? She didn’t remember him.
Hell, she couldn’t remember her name. Yet some things were there. The word amnesia for instance. She knew what it meant. She frowned as she sat up, opened up the blanket and threw it across her legs. Warmer now, she stared around the cozy, beautiful room and wondered where she was.
“How are you feeling now?” said Dr. Maddy.
Thankfully she’d introduced herself again but more than that the doctor’s energy was soft, calm. She was serene inside. Hannah was envious. Her insides were twisted and confused.
“I’m okay,” she said quietly. “As in I am feeling no physical pain but emotionally…”
“You’re a mess, got it.” Dr. Maddy smiled cheerfully. “Can you tell me what you experienced during that scan?”
“I don’t know what scan you’re talking about,” Hannah said carefully. “So, no.”
“Okay, well in that case how about I do a quick repeat.”
Hannah studied the woman in front of her. She had no reason to refuse. And maybe it would help clarify whatever was going on. She nodded.
“Great.” Dr. Maddy pulled up a chair and sat down. “It’s important to remember to relax and keep your eyes closed.”
Obediently, Hannah lay down again and closed her eyes. She had no idea what kind of scan this was, but she was willing. She took a breath and waited. Then the warm caring heat started at her toes. “I remember this,” she cried.
“Good. Then relax as you know this feels good.”
It felt better than good. Soothing heat soaked into her bones and made her moan in joy. The warmth ran up her feet and over her ankles, up her legs and across her belly. She wanted to cry out to slow the movement down, that she needed more, but it was already up to her head and shoulders. She arched her back in a sinuous movement as the energy climbed up her spine. It never stopped but eased
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