"What name?" Divah asked.
"Fen—"
The headache spiked, the world tilted, and then the vision—no—the experience of being dragged across a forest floor while I stared up at a canopy of trees and a sky that was dimming with the coming of the night was back.
"Reddington…" my voice sounded different. Older somehow. Also, who was Reddington?
The world tilted again, bringing me back to the campfire where Divah had a blanket over me. Once more, I realized that something was different. Like waking up from a dream. Or falling into one. I wasn't sure which was which yet.
"You said its name." The words spilled from my mouth automatically.
"When?" Divah asked.
I wasn't sure why Divah was lying. Also, it didn't feel right. Like this wasn't how things were supposed to go.
"Just now." I frowned. "Are you… okay?"
Divah shrugged. "Why wouldn't I be?"
