(SE) dying on promises

It’s clear that Wessex doesn’t understand why Loren could say no to them. The three of them. “But why?” she asks, without realizing that Sunjata wouldn’t know the answer. “I told him, you told him, Nate told him…” Her brow furrows deeply, reaching for a memory. “Amalia. Did Amalia tell him? She said she would help.” That is what the girl had said, right? Well, even if she hadn’t, the Wraith is now convinced her fellow demigod did. Her mind continues to wander down the path of who said what and when and the various things that have happened. They all jumble together, their timelines indistinguishable from one another. “If they don’t,” she mumbles, picking at something on a sleeve, “The Fae will get us again. They said so.” WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm