Page 5 of Whispered Warnings: Part One

River shrugs but shoots a concerned look in Reed’s direction before he continues speaking to me, “You don’t need to worry, they are gone.”

I raise both my eyebrows and nod, “Uh huh. While I know there is obviously more to that explanation, I also know there is no point in me asking, so I’m not going to.”

“Speaking of, how come there are still bodies out there?” Griff asks gruffly.

Reed tenses and replies, somewhat vaguely, “Only alive things.”

Okay, I am infinitely more curious now I know that he doesn’t want me to know. I wonder what it could be? Oh, what if he doesn’t want to tell me because it's embarrassing? Maybe he killed them all with flying dildos, that would be fucking hilarious.

I snicker as I peer out of the bubble to see if I can see any still lying on the floor. Imagine death by flying dildo.

“Do we want to know why you are giggling?” Griff asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Probably not,” Evander answers with an amused smile.

“Hey!” I exclaim indignantly.

He raises his eyebrows, a knowing look on his face as he asks, “If I’m wrong, tell us what was going through that beautiful mind of yours?”

I am momentarily stuck on the fact that he called me beautiful, well, my mind but I’ll take a compliment where I can get one, especially from Evander. They mean more and no, I don’t intend to look at why that is the case.

His smirk widening brings me back to my senses, and I reply, “Fuck off.”

“Mypoint exactly,” Van grins triumphantly, making all the guys laugh.

I could tell them about my dildo theory, and I usually would have, whether I wanted to or not, since I have very little control over my brain-to-mouth filter. However, I have already shown them just how weird I am by dying and coming back to life, and I really don’t want to push it.

Apparently, even my inner ramblings are aware of that and don’t want to fuck it up any more than we most likely have, so for once, they are working with me and staying quiet.

I wonder if my usual lack of tact when it comes to saying exactly what is on my mind is because of something to do with my supernatural side.

As soon as that thought crosses my mind I instantly bulk, yeah, I am not ready for that thought process to continue.

“You are going to have to think about it at some point,”my inner voice says. This time I manage to avoid listening to her easily enough since the voices have now grown in volume and are drowning that bitch out, thank God. Come at me with fucking logic, who does she think she is?

I am brought out of my inner ramblings when Ransom says, “I don’t see anything to be concerned about, we should probably call Ty though.”

River stiffens, his eyes on something behind me, and asks with an edge to his voice, “Erm, what can someone see from the outside, looking in our direction?”

Ransom’s expression muddies with confusion, but he answers River anyway, “We are invisible, so they just see the landscape as it is supposed to be, trees and shit.”

“Awesome,” I mutter and earn myself a pleased smile from Ransom.

Evander narrows his eyes at River, “Why do you ask?”

“I asked because I am fairly certain that I saw that one’s hand twitch,” River replies, pointing to someone just outside the bubble and behind me.

“I’m sorry, what?” I ask, my eyes widening and my mind already conjuring all sorts of terrifying images. “I am okay with most things, there isn’t much that freaks me out but ironically, dead things that move when they should be dead really do freak me out.”

The guys all stare at me like I am the crazy one.

“Do you realize how hypocritical that makes you?” River asks, looking amused despite the situation.

“Yes, I do,” I reply honestly, nodding my head. I know that, but it doesn’t mean that I can change the way that I feel about it.

Actually, it is probably because of the fact that I die and come back to life that I am scared of moving corpses in the first place.

“Bullshit,”my inner voice practically cackles,“you watch too many zombie movies and freaked yourself out.”

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