Muddy Waters (Otherwhere Book 1) by Sara O. Thompson

Author:Sara O. Thompson [Thompson, Sara O.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press
Published: 2017-04-02T07:00:00+00:00

When I came to, I was in bed in my apartment, Dorcha next to me, hovering like a vulture. When I opened my eyes, she very seriously licked my face from chin to forehead, and then she stretched out with her back along my leg.

“Owch, you goof,” I mumbled. Qyll came in with a tray.

“Ah. You’re awake. Excellent.” His voice was soothing. “We had you checked by one of the forensics doctors at the office. You are going to be fine. No concussion, just a nasty bruise.”

“Don’t they do forensics on dead people?” I felt the lump on the side of my head.

“Here, eat this.” He set the tray down as I struggled to sit up. There was toast with peanut butter and honey, and hot tea. I nibbled on the toast.

“What happened? I’m not really… clear.”

“When we left, the Fervor took an intense interest in you. One of them brained you with a rather hefty piece of garden rock.”

“She said something to me. Something about… I don’t remember.”

“They’re not thinking rationally any longer, Tessa. I told you. It doesn’t matter. They’re all nonsense. That said, this will be investigated by the local police as assault. I don’t imagine much will come of it, seeing as though interviewing the Fervor is akin to teaching a cat to play the piano.”

I finished eating and realized I was still bone tired. Qyll was talking but I dozed. The comforter had been tucked in around me and the room quieted.

It was dark when I woke up, and my phone was ringing.

“Tessa? It’s Heather. Heather Mumford. I need to talk to you.” Her voice was high and tight, as though she was trying to sound calm but failing spectacularly.

I sat there dumbly, not quite able to get all the hamsters in my head to run together on the wheel.

“Hello?” she barked.

“I’m here. Yeah. Um… sorry. Can you come to my house?” My voice was coarse.

She agreed to arrive in an hour.

I got out of bed and saw Qyll had cleaned my apartment and done some laundry, and I was now wearing soft pajamas. The thought of my FBI partner seeing my nether regions sent a squirmy tingle up my back and a warm flush through my pink bits.

The note on the table read:

I will come to check in on you in the morn. Do rest, won’t you?―Q

Dorcha padded along behind me. “I’m just going to the bathroom, ‘k? I need to pee and get some aspirin.” She glared reproachfully at me. “Okay, I’ll leave the door open.”

As I was finishing up, there was a knock. I was beginning to really hate people knocking. “Wow, that was fast, Heather,” I muttered, pulling on a worn plaid robe.

It was Mark Tabler. He looked a little sheepish and swayed on his feet. “Hi, Tessa.”

“Hey there, Mark.”

He stood. He swayed some more. A rush of wind blew in, ruffling the bit of his dark hair that was still dry.

“I was at Dark Star with some friends, having some drinks, and I thought I’d stop by.

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