“Yeah, it will go away as soon as you climb that thread.”
I chuckled. I sounded so tired.
“You need a break and a shower badly.”
“I know. I don’t have a shower at the moment. They are going to bombard me with too many questions.”
“I have a shower. I’ll loan you a shirt, I’m sure it will fit you like a dress.”
“Oh, and answer those questions when I enter my room wearing one of your shirts.”
“When do you have to meet Micha again?”
“At seven.”
“Until?”
“Around nine.”
“Fuck.”
“What? I need all the help I can get.”
“He is one dragon, not ten.”
I raised my eyebrow.
“Okay, fine. He has ten abilities, but not all of them have woken up yet. He is still just one dragon.”
“One scary mother beasty.”
“Dra-gon!”
“Whatever. Okay, fine. I need a shower badly. I reek.”
“Let’s go.”
He got up and lent me a hand. I took it and the current was still there. It made me want to cry.
We walked on the roof over to the other side. He helped me past the one tower and finally we reached a ledge similar to the one I excited.
We climbed down a couple of flights and every guy we passed had something to chirp in Latin.
We finally reached his room, and Blake opened the door.
My eyes skidded over the gigantic bed against the wall. Lucian laid on the second bed against the other wall, close to the window.
“Oh, hey, Elena.”
“You share a room with Blake?” I asked as my eyes skidded over to a brown leather couch facing a big ass screen. Something that resembled a Playstation but wasn’t one, sat in a corner with headphones on top of a coffee table.
“Yeah.” He smiled, and I saw Blake shaking his head, standing close to his bed.
“What? Why are you shaking your head?”
“Nothing!” He looked at Lucian. “She needs a shower as nosy brats stole her room.”
I chuckled. “Just give me a shirt.”
