“You’re safe with me, Talia. Just rest. Everything is going to be fine.” I hope.
Adam’s eyes slowly adjusted to the dark until he could just make out the shape of her face condensing into solid form. Her skin gleamed against the backdrop of shadows. Downright ghostly. Disturbingly so. Her gaze sought his, the set of her eyes unusually slanted, and she seemed to relax. The cabin lightened further.
Her features and coloring were a study in contrasts. He found the combination interesting. Strangely so. She reminded him of Jacob, perfect in some otherworldly way and yet, not. But it was the simultaneous lightening and darkening of the surroundings with her seizures that jarred him. Coincidence?
The nurse and doctor rushed forward and dropped their bags on the floor. Adam drew back, knees smarting from glass, to allow room for them to work.
No. The concurrent return of Talia’s lucidity and the shift in their environment from mute darkness to light could not be denied. The same damn thing had happened with her in the alley when darkness had blotted out the stars, the light from the street, even the glow from the apartment windows above. The wraith approached, and what had she said? Use the dark.
The wraith had not attacked until Talia had passed out, when the darkness receded.
Talia’s gaze sought Adam, her oddly tipped eyes looking to him for assurance. He forced himself to smile and nod: You’re going to be okay, now.
As Adam glanced out the window, he was surprised to find the plane had taken off during the blackout without incident. Adam lowered into a seat across the aisle from Talia and her doctor, his mind blazing through the implications.
Talia hadn’t altered the environment, only his perception of the environment. Altered the wraith’s perceptions in the alley, too.
Handy, that. No wonder the wraiths were so determined to fi nd her.
Whatever had happened, the event was localized to her immediate area. The plane and its captain were unaffected, taking off, business as usual.
“Did that scare the shit out of you, too?” Custo put a hand to the back of his neck.
“I think we’ll be okay,” Adam said. “Talia’s doing it.”
“You can’t be serious.” Custo dropped into the seat opposite Adam.
Adam continued his thoughts aloud. “The dark. The strange sounds. She’s doing it somehow. I figured the wraiths were after her because of the Shadowman mention in her paper, but maybe it’s something more. She’s not normal.”
“Wraith?” Custo’s gaze shifted to Talia’s supine body.
Adam took in her white face, the deep circles under her eyes.
“No. She’s seems to be having a typical response to the extreme heat. Frankly, I don’t know what she is. We may have stumbled onto something here that will finally give us some leverage against the wraiths.”
The idea made him both cautious and excited, as if he had just found a rare butterfly in an urban jungle. He dropped his gaze to the floor. He needed time to think events through. To disregard all his conclusions and open himself up to new ones.
He took a deep, steeling breath. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I want all the information there is on her. I want friends, professors, neighbors questioned. I want birth records, medical records, report cards. Anything and everything.”
“We have a good start already from our missing-persons search. I’ll go back further, dig deeper,” Custo answered. “And for chrissake, when the doctor is done with Talia, make sure to have him take a look at you. You look like hell.”
Gray. The perfect color. A little darkness, a little light. Talia was comfortable here.
The wind whispered a nonsense of soft, punctuated s’s. “…she’s stable. Sleeping soundly…”
Talia opened her eyes. She lay in an unfamiliar twin bed, covers folded across her chest and tucked under her arms. The walls beyond were painted a soft yellow, unadorned. A bare table stood at the foot of the bed. No windows.
She glanced down at the shape of her body. It seemed foreign to her, a long and shallow mound under a light blanket. A clear tube tethered her to a bag of fluid in her peripheral vision.
Beep. Her eyes flicked over. Beep. A monitor of sorts displayed a line dancing with sharp peaks and valleys. Beep.
Heartbeat. That was something, at least.
She tried her legs, twitching her feet and pulling a knee up. Her joints ached, and a prickling told her she had to pee.
She shifted her hips.
Something was already between her legs. Burned, that.
Her stomach tightening, she slid a hand under the covers to investigate.
No panties. Narrow tube. Oh, God.
“Hello?” she called. “Somebody?”
She held her breath, listening. Then tried again. “Hello?”
Abruptly, the door opened. A woman in a lab coat entered, smiling brightly. She was fiftyish, short, a little heavy, with sensible short brown hair. “Well, hello to you, too, Talia. I’m Dr. Riggs. Patty.”