"But why everyone? Why not just the bad?"
Angela shrugged again, tone resigned. "That's a question I can't answer yet."
Marc held up the pictures as she eased down. "You want these back?"
"No. I've got the memories." She closed her eyes, covering herself up to her neck. "Goodnight, Brady. See you in the morning."
"Yes, you will. Sweet dreams, Honey."
Not likely, she thought, the nightmares a lot of the reason she smoked just before bed. Her heart whispered again about his arms. She couldn't help thinking about it, but there was no way she could accept that comfort this time. She already had a fear that Kenny would sense it if she even touched the line, let alone crossed it, and try to kill her. In her dreams, he succeeded.
Outside, the storm showed no signs of letting up, and they were up until well after midnight before finally lying down. Marc set his watch and checked on the water every half hour, and each time his footsteps faded into the darkness, red and black-eared wolf at his side, Angela knew it.
Around 2 a.m., Marc and Dog went to check the markers again, and Angela snuggled deeper into the thick blankets, trying to ignore the heart crying for her to move into his spot. She sighed sadly, feeling guilty that hairy legs and maybe bad breath were the only things stopping her from sleeping in Marc's big arms. Being attacked and not only surviving it, but also killing the man responsible for hurting her, had unlocked the last of the old chains, freeing the young girl who feared nothing. Slowly, Kenny's timid mouse was disappearing.
How was she ever going to face her Marine after being with Brady again? Kenny would use her up quickly in this new world, and she would die young. With Marc though, the Witch said there was a chance for the love and future that had been stolen from them. She wanted to talk about it, to ask and tell, but didn't encourage him. It didn't matter that she was falling...
Angela stopped herself, trying to imagine telling him how she was feeling. "I can't stop thinking about you, about us and how good we were together, and I may want another chance with you once I get my boy back and find a way to ditch my man."
Never in a million years.
Even if Kenny was out of the picture - and he wasn't, not by a long shot - there were other walls between them. Still, the young girl who had believed in the dreams began to whisper and it was hard to ignore as sleep refused to come. They were still a great match, and she still cared, still wanted the life he had promised her so long ago. Soon, he would figure that out and do something about it. Then, they would all be doomed.