Chapter Twenty-six
Wings, like dragonfly wings. Angel wings? Above, round and round they went. And a sound, she knew that sound: thwap, thwap, thwap…
Darkness…
“Who did this to you, Faith?”
“Lucas…”
Was that her voice? Did someone else speak for her?
Darkness …
Groaning. She was groaning as she was jostled, even as her head felt like it had been cemented to whatever she was lying on. She was moving. Nauseous, so nauseous.
Darkness…
Kind, familiar dark brown eyes.
“I’ve got you, Faith. We’ll make it all better, hon, don’t you worry.”
Darkness…
Peace. It was so peaceful. The cabin around them was small, one single room, more rectangle than square. A fireplace took up one entire wall, the surrounding area made up of large river rocks. The fire popped cheerily, the flames dancing,
