“What did you see?”
“Two little brothers. Their throats cut and their blood showered on me.” I couldn’t help rubbing hair from my face and wiping at my neck and chest as the memory consumed me. Making me feel as though I needed to wash it away now.
But looking at my hand I found what I already knew. There’s nothing there.
But it felt so real. I could still feel the heat and texture of it on my skin. Catch the coppery scent of the ones I loved soaking into my clothes. I was sickened and suddenly felt the need to twist sideways and vomit into the grass.
“The blood you were covered in when you came into our territory.” He filled in. Glancing at me with wide green eyes. Shocked by my reaction.
He went to the river and scooped a handful of water which he brought back to me and guid
