“Like I told you, he is part of your protection.”
“It doesn’t make sense.”
“What doesn’t make sense?”
I didn’t want to tell Dad what Fox had said.
“Talk to me, Elena.”
“Someone told me he hates this arrangement as much as I do. So he would be glad that I was dead.”
Dad squinted. “It’s not the truth, whoever said that lied. This might even show the ancients how wrong they are about him.”
“They think that too?”
“One of them does. The others don’t. You want to meet him?”
“Are you insane? No!”
Dad smiled. “Are you scared?”
“Yes, I’m shit scared.”
“You won’t be in the next four months, I promise. When you are ready, you will face him with your chin held high.”
He said that now. I had to see it before I believed it.
I didn’t like the fact that someone was after me again. They promised I was going to be safe.
I peeked regularly out my window at the beast.
There were more beasties now, keeping him company. I didn’t know if it was to stop him, if he was going to charge up those stairs and barge into my room, or whether he was their alpha and they just wanted to be near him.
I struggled to sleep that night. My father didn’t seem to have a problem. His snoring came from next to me. He refused to leave me alone with this new threat.
Was it always going to be like this? My life being in danger because of who my dragon was.
I drifted away and dreamed of Fox. The dream was about that night Blake had killed him.
In the dream, Blake’s eyes were red again, and I did not know what that meant or represented.
I jumped awake in my bed as my sides burned from the knife. I touched my side, but there was nothing.
Dad still snored, and I climbed out of bed. I pulled the curtain away and saw the beasty lying on the same spot.
He lifted his gaze and looked straight at me.
I dropped the curtain and took a deep breath, trying to calm my erratic heart.
You need to make peace with it. That is your future.
I crawled back into bed and pulled the cover over my head, willing myself to sleep again.
When my eyes opened, Dad’s spot was empty, and the sun streamed through the partially opened curtain.
I stretched and hated my life. The omen would never disappear.
I climbed out of bed, and my muscles protested from yesterday’s training. Devon was relentless. He didn’t believe in breaks.
