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Date Posted: 08/16/07 4:05pm
Author: Bree
Subject: inside

She didn't stir when Dane picked her up or when he took her to their rooms. She didn't wake when she was being cleaned up or when a soft, fresh night gown was put on her body. She laid in the bed for some time, out cold before, a few hours later, she finally stirred. She was quiet for a moment, just waking slowly, before she sat up suddenly, her eyes wide and frightened, looking around the room as if to try and find her assailants. She had no idea what she had done, what she was capable of. In that moment, all she had been thinking was that she had to protect her whelps and Evie, she hadn't thought she was killing the people. After the surge of power, she vaguely remembered Evie asking her what she had done. Her brow furrowed a little and she trembled, tears welling in her eyes as she looked down at her stomach. Were the bairns alright? Were they hurt or even alive? Her breath hitched and she tightened her fingers in the sheets. "Dane?" She questioned, calling out, wanting his comfort until she remembered the last incident like this, when she had thought she'd killed Shanille. That had ended in her and Dane fighting, hurting each other, and her sleeping alone outside. Quiet now, she shrank back down into the pillows, looking small and vulnerable, child like. Her lower lip tucked between her teeth and she took a shaking breath deep into her chest, her small brow knitted together as she tried to piece what had happened together in her mind. It was just all so fuzzy and she felt so...woozy. She was more confused than ever about herself, what had she done?

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