A sadness, maybe. It’s not a bad thing, nor is it good. The things you push aside during the day creep in and taunt you. Force you to look at your problems head-on. Like, why the hell are these Thayan things after me? Kai made it seem like I have more powers than other witches? That’s news to me. Why am I so special? I’m just a normal Strix. There’s nothing powerful about me or my magic. What on Earth would they want from me? My uncertainties are a plague and right now, I’m sick with a mind disease. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen Declan and about—no, no about, it’s been four days since I’ve heard from him. I’m not worried. He’s a big boy and a Pursuer, he can more than take care of himself, but I do miss him. And I haven’t slept. At all. The constant worry as to why this new kind of monster is after me is starting to eat at my psyche. Kai left to meet up with Declan and Sherwood about a week ago. He claimed the house was safe and gave us medallions we were to wear to protect us outside of the confines of my home.
