When she realized that it wasn’t coming out of him just yet, she asked him if he would like her to make him a drink.
“I won’t have one, if you think that there is a chance that I’m pregnant, but I don’t think there is. I know we didn’t use anything, Antoine, but that’s okay.”
Antoine nodded and said that he would like a drink. He was off in his mind and Cassandra still had to wonder what was going on in that head of his? What would make a man like Antoine, so capable and secure in himself, what would make him stove up like he was? It had to be something really bad or really good. She had no clue what to think, none at all.
Cassandra was at the sink, rinsing out a glass, when she looked through the window. She dropped the glass in the sink, breaking it on contact. It made a horrible crashing sound, but Cassandra wasn’t worried about the glass. She was worried about the dragon that was coming toward them. It had its mouth open and she heard a scream. Cassandra didn’t realize that she was the one screaming.
Antoine grabbed her seconds before the flow of fire coming out of the beast’s mouth was upon them. She screamed while he covered her with his own body, even though it felt different as time went by. Cassandra was scared, terrified really, not sure what was going on. She didn’t know what was happening and she screamed again, unable to stop herself.
This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. She covered her face, her eyes closed, and she waited for the fire to hit her. If it was real… But it couldn’t be. Cassandra wrestled with the thoughts, back and forth, driving herself crazy.
She didn’t feel the burn that had to be coming. The whole place had to be engulfed in flames. Cassandra remembered the way that the office building had gone up. It was about the same time, the sun hitting the horizon, the dark shadow, and then an explosion of fire. Was that what had happened before?
Cassandra tried to get up and look around, but whatever was on her was so heavy that she couldn’t budge it. She was worried about Antoine. He had been on her a minute ago, so where did he go? She struggled to get up and free, to see what was around her, but all she could feel was heat. It wasn’t direct, but there was enough of it around her that she knew that it was an inferno. Something was protecting her, but what about Antoine?
She fought with renewed power, but it was only when the thing wanted to move that she was able to. As that thought played in her head, Cassandra was finally about to see what was on her, keeping her safe from the flames.
A huge dragon, black, though she wasn’t sure if that was its real color or was from the soot and flames. It was getting up next to her. It was so close that screaming seemed like a bad idea, and she just looked up at it, gawking, trying to figure out if she was really seeing it or not.
It got bigger as it sat upright, looking at her as if she wasn’t supposed to say anything. Like it was annoyed with her. Cassandra would have gone somewhere to run and hide, but the cabin was gone, burnt to ash. She couldn’t even imagine how hot a fire had to be to do that. Cassandra was shaking and Antoine was nowhere around.
The eyes of the beast made her feel a little better. She didn’t see it at first, but as she stared up at it, it occurred to her that Antoine was still right there. Cassandra started to also realize that what he had been trying to tell her was impossible. No wonder he couldn’t find the words, she thought to herself.
The other dragon, the one that was a dark red color, was coming back. It had already attacked and this time, Cassandra wasn’t covered. She saw it coming and started to panic. The black dragon came toward her and bent down. She didn’t know what to do, until the idea came to her. She should just get on and he could take her to safety.
It was a bit of a longshot and Cassandra couldn’t believe what she was doing. She was putting her faith in something that didn’t even make sense. None of it did.
Jumping on, she held on tight, as the dragon started to take off. Antoine. Cassandra couldn’t think about it just yet. At the moment, she was afraid of the flames coming out of the other dragon’s mouth, trying to attack them. Cassandra closed her eyes, sure that she was going to be burned alive and not wanting to see that as her end.
The air around her moved quickly and she had the same sensation that she had in her dream. Her body naturally moved with his because she’d been practicing in her sleep. She heard screeching coming from deep within the beast she was riding, and it was enough to make her shake.
She opened her eyes in time to see her ride trying to bake the attack dragon with his fire. It was coming from within it, and there was something gurgling and mixing in there. It was the strangest feeling and Cassandra felt the power, almost like it was her own.
The dragon she was on flew maneuvers to stay out of the line of fire. Cassandra had to hold on tight. There were several times that she felt like she was going to fall at any moment, but she didn’t. Her dragon made sure to keep her safe and once the other dragon was left behind, she was able to actually enjoy the ride. It was so much like she had remembered her dream feeling like.
Cassandra needed to get off of the dragon and when it finally landed, she scrambled off of it as quickly as she could. She didn’t know what to think. Her mind kept going to the dreams and how they had all ended. Would that be so bad?
Cassandra waited for the dragon to do something. She was convinced that it was Antoine, and he was somehow the guy in her dream. The dragon that he drew was himself. The dark color and eyes gave him away.
“Antoine, you can’t stay like that forever, can you? Don’t you need to change back or something?”
Cassandra wasn’t sure if she was losing her mind or not, but the worst that would happen was she was wrong. Then, it was just a regular dragon… Cassandra’s head hurt from trying to play out all of the scenarios.
Even though she had said to do so, when Antoine became Antoine again and there was no longer a possibility of something else, Cassandra was finally faced with the truth. She was also confronted with an attraction that felt stronger than before. Why did he look so damn good to her now? Was it because in her dreams, this was the time that he would pull her close, kiss her, taste her, take her?
Cassandra shivered with the words and looked around. They were closer to the top of the mountain and the view was breathtaking. It would have been perfect, if not for how they got there.
“So, that’s what you were trying to tell me earlier, huh?”
He shrugged. “It’s one.”
Cassandra groaned. “Tell me another one.”
“I’m still trying to see if you’re going to lose it over this one.”
“Tell me another one.”
Her voice was adamant. Cassandra was done being left in the dark.
