"Did you – You heard it?” I asked, staring at him. “I did not dream it?" I looked around me, expecting to see who the voices belonged to. They were so real, so near, they whispered around me still. I could feel the fear of the woman but I could not tell which was conjured and which was mine.
"You may have." Mikhail looked at me, c*****g his head to the side. For a second, his eyes had looked inhumane. Did he cause this? I wanted to make sense of things so badly but I remembered I heard the voice all the time, sometimes it felt more real than others. But never had it left me so rattled. The other voice also -
"But - but -" I looked down at my hands. The headache had faded to a dull ache as if bidding time to strike again.
"I felt nothing until you grabbed hold of me." He took my hand
