Chapter 22. Wracked

I backtrack like a total coward and start to whimper as fresh tears begin to fall all over again. A combination of my previous panic setting in and the sheer devastation of talking to him like this once more now that my faux pas has shaken sense into me. It hurts more than I can bear.

It doesn’t matter. Calm down, I’m sorry. I just needed you to stop… listen to me, Lorey. I knew about your eyes, remember. There’s nothing wrong with you. The Shaman has been researching all this time. Just try not to let anyone see in the meantime until I know what it means. There’ve been others, but none you will find in the history books. The Shaman doesn’t know why, but you have to keep it under wraps and stop freaking out. Do you hear me? You almost gave me epic heart failure coming through like that.

I wipe my face and try to pull myself together, exhaling heavily to steady myself and sitting upright forcefully. A little soothed by what he said, enough to rationalize and stop