Danielle stared at the wreckage that had been her home, breathing hard. The tequila numbing her brain. She stared hard at the treeline across the way.
"I had a dream, Seth," she slurred out, heavily emphasizing his name. "The kind of dream I'm not supposed to see. Not. My. Memories."
She laughed again.
"There," she said, pointing at the spot she was staring at. "They came in there. Two cloaked men. Muddy Creek was here like it was before. One of them," she hiccuped, "one of them said they couldn't touch me because I was safe. The other one said that they would send a message."
She felt his eyes on her but he stayed silent. She whirled around, her head spinning. She stumbled.
"You know what they did then, Seth?" She asked, his name heavy. She didn't wait for an answer. "They destroyed
