Knock, Knock...
“It was finally morning. And her apartment felt...normal.
It had taken an hour last night, with Stefan`s help, to cleanse and secure her apartment. She still had no idea what had gone on or who her intruder was. But she'd know that energy again if she ever saw it. The cleansing process had her simply walking around and ushering out the old energy – and refilling the space with warm, loving, protective energy.
And it appeared to have worked. She had slept.
Dragging her sorry ass out of bed, Shay made her way to a hot shower. Something needed to energize her. It felt like sandpaper had been rubbed over her insides, leaving her raw – edgy. She had a crappy day ahead to go along with the night.
Another funeral. And burial at the same cemetery. This time for David Cummings. She didn't have to go, but knew she should. Besides, her consciousness prodded at her to check it out. To make sure all was well.
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