Chapter Twenty-One
I wake up with a racing heart, as if something has gone terribly wrong.
Vaguely I remember the dream. The night I wish I could forget. The image of L’Etoile’s logo stamped into my brain. Decades later, and I still have the same f*****g nightmare.
A sound comes to me, keening that makes the hair on my neck rise. Heavy shadows in the past keep me in the dark longer than I should be. I blink against the too-bright moon, struggling to remember where I am. Hands are grasping at my arm. An urgency pounds in my skull, too hard and too fast.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”
The words filter through my blurry consciousness, making me snap to alertness. Beatrix. And she sounds like she did last night, afraid and trembling, only much worse.
My heart clenches when I look dow
