Green eyes watched Sabra curiously as she spoke. Chin lifted slightly to consider the information given. “The Deeper Well.” So, whatever Beth represented it certainly appeared ancient. Which begged the question as to why something ancient would show the slightest bit of interest in her. Valerie experienced nausea as it sank in. There were powerful beings and then there were powerful beings. If they had some sort of stake in your future it spelled trouble. They didn’t trifle in things that held no interest. No value. So what value did the blonde possess? More importantly, did she really want to find out?
The smart answer would be no, but the clever one would be to find out exactly what those forces were planning. Perhaps Beth counted on that. Which meant it would be better to keep contact to a minimum. Unless being kept in the dark was actually part of the plan. Valerie’s stomach twisted into knots. This wasn’t something she could afford to mess up, one wrong move and she could be up to her eyeballs in danger.
“In what way am I stained?” Julianna’s words came back to haunt her about psychic attacks. Honestly she didn’t feel any different. Other than the few nights she’d woken up, heart racing, covered in sweat, unable to recall exact details of what she’d been dreaming. Just the unease that lingered behind to taunt her. “Do you know who the girl was, can you tell me her name?”
“My tro-” Valerie cut herself off and let out a breath, left hand raised to rub the side of her face. “Okay. I don’t keep trophies, but I do like camping and have hunted for food. Many people do when the season allows for it. If it interests you maybe one day we could do that.” Truth be told she wasn’t big on viewing it as a sport but for actual sustenance she could get behind. Thankfully her father had taught her survival skills on those trips. Stressed the importance.
Though when Sabra spoke of the undead Valerie rolled her eyes and said wryly, “Speaking of no life and falsehood.” For the most part the blonde managed to understand Sabra, however sometimes the woman said something so mind boggling that she had to find the funny side. Cooked food is disgusting, but walking corpses demonically possessed were scrumptious. Well, as long as Sabra didn’t try to take a bite out of her she wasn’t going to complain.
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The smart answer would be no, but the clever one would be to find out exactly what those forces were planning. Perhaps Beth counted on that. Which meant it would be better to keep contact to a minimum. Unless being kept in the dark was actually part of the plan. Valerie’s stomach twisted into knots. This wasn’t something she could afford to mess up, one wrong move and she could be up to her eyeballs in danger.
“In what way am I stained?” Julianna’s words came back to haunt her about psychic attacks. Honestly she didn’t feel any different. Other than the few nights she’d woken up, heart racing, covered in sweat, unable to recall exact details of what she’d been dreaming. Just the unease that lingered behind to taunt her. “Do you know who the girl was, can you tell me her name?”
“My tro-” Valerie cut herself off and let out a breath, left hand raised to rub the side of her face. “Okay. I don’t keep trophies, but I do like camping and have hunted for food. Many people do when the season allows for it. If it interests you maybe one day we could do that.” Truth be told she wasn’t big on viewing it as a sport but for actual sustenance she could get behind. Thankfully her father had taught her survival skills on those trips. Stressed the importance.
Though when Sabra spoke of the undead Valerie rolled her eyes and said wryly, “Speaking of no life and falsehood.” For the most part the blonde managed to understand Sabra, however sometimes the woman said something so mind boggling that she had to find the funny side. Cooked food is disgusting, but walking corpses demonically possessed were scrumptious. Well, as long as Sabra didn’t try to take a bite out of her she wasn’t going to complain.