eyes widened in panic as her hand flew up to cover her mouth. It was no use, she was gonna be sick.
Juliana grabbed a pan from beside the bed and rushed to her side. Holding the pan with one hand and holding back Aryana’s hair with the other, she murmured soothing words as the contents of Aryana’s stomach made a reappearance.
Shooting her son a dirty look she helped Aryana to calm down from the heaving and lay back in the bed. Picking up a cool clothe she wiped down the girls face and neck. Juliana had not seen this kind of a reaction in a long time. Whatever had happened out there it had been very powerful and very magical to produce such an intense reaction. Though she hadn’t treated anyone who had drowned and come back before either.
Aryana lay back down on the pillows, her head swimming. She felt so ill. How could one be so sick if they were dead? She closed her eyes in the hopes it would help calm the spinning room. Juliana gathered up the basins and mug and left the room after making sure Aryana was comfortable, leaving her alone in the room with one seriously ticked off looking Darian.
“What the hell were you doing out at that lake so late? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?” Darian’s voice was low and controlled. He crossed the space and sat on the bed his jaw clenched “Do you have ANY IDEA just how lucky you are to be alive?”
Aryana looked at him. Her head dully throbbing. She managed to croak out “You mean I’m not?”
“No you’re not.” Darian narrowed his eyes, watching her. After long tense moments he continued “Just what do you remember?”
Closing her eyes to concentrate and keep the room still Aryana searched her memory of what had happened. She remembered running into Scott at the restaurant, the ride home, crying herself to sleep. She remembered waking up and feeling alone and shattered, as if her soul had died. She could remember sitting in her SUV at the lake but not how she got there nor anything after.
“Not everything. Bits and pieces after you dropped me off.”
Darian let out a deep sigh, this was going to be a tough one. She wasn’t feeling well after everything but also something else had changed. Somehow Lluna was involved. How and why he didn’t know but he did know it involved Aryana and if Lluna was involved it was pretty serious. “Aryana, last night you went to the lake. When I found you, you were under water. I don’t know how long you were down there and by the time I got you to the shore you weren’t breathing and your heart had stopped. Your lips were slightly blue too. It’s just damn lucky I was able to get to you.”
Darian swallowed around the large knot in his throat. He didn’t think he would ever be able to erase the image of her laying on the bank, so still, her heart not beating. It had been the most terrifying experience in his life and he still had no clue why. Looking deep into her eyes he probed further. “What exactly DO you remember after I dropped you off?”
“ I remember you dropping me off and I went inside. I must have fallen asleep, because I remember waking up and it being really late.” She paused trying to search her memory for something between that and the lake. “I remember being in my SUV at the lake and staring at the moon. Then I woke up here. So you mean I am not really dead and moved on to an afterlife?”
“No you’re not dead, but you were. Why were you at the lake Aryana? What possessed you to go there last night? Was it because of what happened at the restaurant?”
Aryana thought back. What had made her go to the lake? “Yes and no. I mean what happened with Scott
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