The images were still there.
I didn’t know if they were true or just a fragment of my imagination—some cruel trick of my mind or something far more ancient and terrifying.
Or a memory? I couldn’t shake them off my mind, it just stuck like glue.
The little girl’s voice. Her blood-stained dress. Her red eyes.
I hugged myself tightly, my arms wrapped around my waist as though that could hold me together.
Kylan’s voice came softly from beside me. “Looking at you, I remember what Mom used to say?”
I looked up at him, my lips parting, but no words came out.
He crouched down to my level, his blue eyes softer than I’d seen them in a while. “She said… you can see things in the water because the water remembers. It holds onto everything. Emotions. Memories. Blood. Magic.”
I hummed. True.
