I push off from the bed, pacing to the window.
Now that she’s unlocked her powers, it’ll only be a matter of time before she figures out how to set me free. For a powerful sorceress like her, it’ll be a piece of cake.
I should be happy about that.
Yet—damn it all—there’s a strange aching feeling deep in my heart.
I’ve only known this human for a few days, a mere blink of time in my existence, and yet here I am feeling like I’ve known her all eternity.
And even if I haven’t, some even stupider part of me wants to keep her for the rest of time.
36
The Hot Guy Comforts You
You
He’s dead. Ziros is dead.
The lifeline is severed, and yet…somehow you’re still alive?
Maybe that should be your first cue that you’re dreaming. That, or the fact that you’re currently standing in your apartment, but your apartment is underwater, and lots of colorful fish are swimming by.
Yes, your apartment is under the ocean.
Because dream logic.
And you can’t actuallyseeZiros, but you know he’s dead because you’re holding the severed, sparking end of your lifeline.
And your apartment windows are starting to crack, water leaking in. They can’t take the pressure of being so deep under the ocean.
Crack.
It’s too late.
Water rushes in.
You’re going to drown here, trapped in your apartment under the sea.
You open your mouth to scream, but no sound comes out.
“Why don’t you cast a spell, little sorceress?” It’s Poseidon, laughing at you from where he floats just outside your window.
A spell!
Yes, a spell!
But when you open your mouth, only bubbles come out.
You try to form a word—any word—but you only end up swallowing a mouthful of water.
Then you see him—Ziros!
He’s not dead!
But he’s in a cage, floating behind Poseidon, reaching out through the bars toward you as he chokes, unable to breathe.
“Ziros!” you scream—ortryto scream, but once again, only bubbles come out.
