Page 26 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

My smile falls as soon as I’m out of sight of the guys. Am I crazy to think that the prophecy may have something to do with me? I mean, they were talking about me maybe being involved in the Choosing, and then there’s the fact that it says the voices whisper, not voice but voices, and that’s how I refer to my voices, plural, not singular. Plus, there is the voices reaction when he repeated it to me, they practically screamed at me. I obviously couldn’t understand them because that would have been really fucking helpful, but I can’t deny that they had a really strong reaction to the words. It also mentioned darkness, which could really be a coincidence, but considering I call the place that I go to when I die Darkness, Friend, I really think that I’m not being as dramatic as I was initially hoping that I was.

Safely cocooned within the shelves of books, I decide that enough is enough. I need to tell the guys about the voices, especially now that there is this weird prophecy or whatever the hell it is, and it specifically mentions them. It would be pretty shitty of me to let Raiden do the research into what it means and inevitably hit a dead end when I could have helped by telling him now.

My stomach is a mess of knots. I am so fucking nervous to tell them, but I figure that they deserve to know. More importantly, the prophecy thingy mentioned death. It seemed to really like that word, and although death doesn’t really bother me, it will if it’s a permanent death, and it will definitely bother me if it refers to the death of the guys.

I can’t risk that.

My voices switch from their angry buzzing to something that sounds a lot happier and more content. I guess that means that they agree with me. I am entirely unsure if that’s a good thing or not, although they do seem to always have my best interests in mind, and they have now helped to save my life twice.

Although, did they save my life when I nearly got eaten by that hybrid near my house or was that Griff?

My eyes widen with the realization. If that was Griff, then that means that yesterday, when I heard the voices say danger, that was actually the first time that the voices had spoken to me because it would also mean that when I heard them in Bobby’s when the guys were there, that was also Griff, not liking the fact that the guy got handsy. I barely follow my own thought process, but there is no point in trying to slow down now.

If that is true, then it poses another question: why can I hear Griff? I haven’t heard him since, only in those two situations. Of course, I can’t ask him about it if I don’t tell him about the voices. He has no idea that I heard him.

With a deep frown on my face, I walk back out of the shelves and toward Raiden and Griff.

Raiden glances up with a smirk, “You know, researching works better if you actually have the books that you plan to use to look shit up.”

“What’s wrong?” Griff asks immediately as he picks up on my expression before Raiden does.

I start to wring my hands together, which is a nervous habit of mine, and then I pick up Betty, instantly feeling braver with her in my hands. Griff and Raiden share a concerned look.

“Are you okay? Did something happen?” Raiden asks, “Shit, did you hear the books talking? I should have warned you that I’ve got a couple that do that, and they are the worst gossips. They’re completely harmless though.”

My mouth drops open, “Wait, there are talking books here, and you are only now mentioning it?”

Raiden shrugs, “Well, yeah.”

“Neith, what’s wrong?” Griff asks, reminding me that I really need to stay on track, especially for this.

His question makes all the nerves that had dissipated when Raiden mentioned talking books, come flooding back.

“Could one of you call the guys and ask them to come here, please? I need to tell you all something,” I say.

There’s no turning back now.

Raiden nods and immediately pulls out his phone and starts typing a message. I cradle Betty closer to me and take a seat.

Doc suddenly appears in the room, and my eyes widen. He looks me over, worry in his eyes, as he strides toward me.

“What’s wrong?” he asks urgently.

I look at Raiden, who winces and says, “Whoops. I guess I could have phrased that better.”

Doc looks between Raiden and me and then asks me, “You’re okay?”

I nod, “Yeah, I just need to tell you guys something, and it’s not really something that I wanted to repeat so I thought I would tell you all at once. You didn’t need to come back from work though, we could have just called you.”

Doc shoots Raiden an accusing look, “Well Raiden, sent a message saying ‘library now, it's Neith.’ I’m surprised that theothers aren’t . . .” There’s a crash outside of the door, and Doc pinches his nose, “Never mind.”

The other guys all rush in, worried like Doc was, and ask me loads of questions before they shoot, scathing looks at Raiden when they realize that I just need to talk to them.

“For fuck sake, Raiden,” Van mutters.

Raiden chuckles and repeats, “Whoops. I promise I will phrase it better if this situation ever happens again.”

My smile is huge by this point because not only is it really amusing that they’re all mad at Raiden, but I’m touched by how much they care about me. I just hope that they still feel the same way when I tell them what I am about to tell them.

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