1/31/18
Willow drew the Father of Wands reversed and winked at me over breakfast. August had fled, Mal stood behind me.
āAre your bags all packed?ā He asked.
āThey are.ā
āExcellent.ā He moved to my side and extended a hand, āShall we?ā
Iāve never left a place so fast.
2/1/18
August wasnāt around when we left for Deadwater, but he was watching, I know, and heāll most certainly teleport or wormhole-travel or whatever he does to appear ever by my side. Weāre linked, that isnāt changing for the foreseeable future, but at least at the Circus I wonāt be alone with him. Willow rode in the back seat, I rode up front with Mal. While we drove Willow drew the Ace of Swords reversed. She grinned at me as I looked over my shoulder.
āYouāre keeping secrets.ā
āMe? No.ā
Willowās smile softened, āLook, you donāt love him. What you feel is like, Stockholm syndrome, itās a coping mechanism. Itāll wear off.ā
āYou think?ā
āYeah, and if it doesnāt we can always nuke the punk.ā
āWillow,ā Malphas said from beside me. His tone was a rebuke, but his mouth twitched in a smile. I felt nauseous. Stockholm syndrome?
2/2/18
We arrived in Deadwater late last night. Still no sign of August. I had breakfast with Mal in his trailer. Heās very funny, rakish I guess would be the word. I feel almost completely at ease here. Almost.
I drew the Five of Swords reversed. Self-destruction reversed. Is it a sign Iām doing the right thing? I hope so, because despite everything, it feels like running away. Which is stupid since August will always find me. Maybe Iāll just try and enjoy myself?
