“We don’t have monks,” he said.
Unlike anything else in the house, the water was fresh and clean. I let my whole head drop into the basin. I drank in the streams as they ran through my hair and around my face. A cold arc of water lashed through the air when I threw my head back and straightened up. Edward jolted back as though the water repelled him.
“You’re making a mess!” He rubbed his face and arms with much agitation. “What monks?” His voice was impatient.
“The monks that live in the ground. You know, the ones that chant?”
He looked at me like I was the lunatic. “What did you hear? You heard the laylines, didn’t you, the hum of the laylines? That’s what you heard.” He was wide-eyed and manic again.
I shrugged. “All I know is that the ground was humming and I followed it home.”
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