Tara is shaking me. “Are you all right?”
“It was horrible…it…” I grip her hand tightly, trying to catch my breath. “I think this is very similar to the human phenomenon of waking up from a nightmare. I came out of it just as the creature was about to devour me.”
“I’m glad you did,” says Tara, looking away suddenly. “Look, maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all.”
“I’ll be all right. I have to be. I have to remember.”
She looks back at me. Her eyes meet mine only briefly. “Maybe the reason you can’t remember is because it’s too awful. Ash suffered a lot of trauma – especially Lorcan.”
“Lorcan?”
“Maybe there’s another way. We can use my journal.” She grabs her datapad from the dresser and flicks through it. Then she looks up suddenly. “Actually, I had forgotten about a lot of the things in the early entries. At the time, it wasn’t that important, but some of it is relevant to what’s happening now. I think you’d better read it.”
I take the datapad from her. I’m grateful, both because it might prove to be a valuable resource – and because I’m none too eager to remember what happened to Beat.