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I feel like I’m suffocating under the weight of unanswered questions and an impending doom.
Killian’s boots crunch on the gravel behind me as I head to the barns. I need to ride Winnie.
The Spirits continue to scream in my mind, and I do my best to focus on walking, but I feel like I’m reaching a boiling point.
After I get Winnie saddled up, I take off into a pasture.
“Eliana!” Killian yells.
Chapter thirty-four
Eliana
Ignoringhim,IpushWinnie harder and pull my cowboy hat tighter over my head to keep it from blowing off my head.
The Spirits are making my brain nearly vibrate with the sound. Winnie pushes harder like she knows I need this. She knows I need to fly, even if it’s for a moment.
Blood will feed the soil.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
Tears prick my eyes again, and I can’t stop the tumult of emotions flowing through my body.
In the back of my mind, I can hear Killian yelling for me and Daisy’s pounding hooves behind me.
We crest a hill, and I can feel Winnie getting tired, but she’s still going. It’s been a while since we ran like this.
The echo of Killian’s hands on my body feels like a comforting ghost as the fear of someone trying to come for me smothers it.
Back and forth.
Up and down.
Good and bad.
Right and wrong.
Fear and bravery.
Courage and cowardice.
Love and loneliness.
Pain and grief.
All swirling in my bones, dragging me down, locking me up.
I’m not in control anymore; my body is acting in survival mode as we go towards the edge of Black Lake.
I think I’m having a panic attack.
“Eliana!” Killian yells.
I ignore him, and Winnie maneuvers through the trees, slowing down enough not to trip. She navigates the softer terrain with ease, and then we’re at the edge of the lake.
