Around five, I wanted a shower and clean clothes. Thank heavens they brought my backpack.
I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt. I tried to get the bloodstains out of my converse, but it was no use.
Putting them on the windowsill to get dry was their only hope now. I pulled on a pair of thick socks. I couldn’t wait to board a plane and just get home. I couldn’t go through another night like last night. My psyche wouldn’t handle it.
Dad told me there were plenty of humans that wandered through the wall by accident. They couldn’t cope with Paegeia’s reality and their minds left them—all reasoning gone and they ended up in a mental institution. I didn’t want to be among them.
I walked back to the bed and pulled on my hoodie.Please, let my father live. Let him be okay, Amen.
I stayed the remaining time in my room. Around nine thirty, the door opened and Robert entered. He wore a pair of jeans, comfy winter boots and a thick jacket.
He put a pair of goggles on my face and I froze.
What the hell? “You need to wear these pants and jacket, Elena, it will keep the cold out.”
“Cold out?”
“You’ll be flying with Blake tonight.” My mind struggled to register what the hell he was talking about.
“Did he kill him?”
“What did you think would happen? He had to, otherwise tonight, could’ve been the last night of your life.”
“Is he even your son?”
“Of course he is my son. He didn’t lie to you about that.”
Meaning he lied about the other things, like really being into me and sticking with me forever. “Is my dad going to be okay?”
“He is stronger than you think. I’m sure he is recovering as we speak. You need to get ready. We are going to leave soon.” He left me alone, and I pulled on the pants and jacket and buttoned it up. Heat immediately emitted from the thin material. I tried not to think about all the things Fox had said, but his voice still lingered at the back of my mind.
The memory sent shivers up my spine. But I’d be safe with Blake. He could move things with his mind. Nobody would dare to come close to us tonight.
I picked up my bag, put my arms through the straps, and walked out the door.
Robert, Blake and a blond guy with an enormous nose had a conversation in the living room. They stopped when their eyes landed on me.
“Thanks, Matt,” Robert said, and Blake broke away from their group and came over to me. He had a beanie in his hand and he handed it to me. “For your hair. It will keep it from flapping in all directions.”
I nodded and pulled it over my head.
“How do you feel, physically, as I can imagine your mind must hold on a thread?”
“I’m fine. That guy healed me nicely.”
“You mean the dragon.”
I closed my eyes.
“You need to make peace with this. Not just for your sake but for your dragon’s sake too.”
I nodded and walked toward the door.
He pulled me back by my backpack. “Give it to me.”
“It’s fine. I’m not one of those princesses.”
His lips pulled into a soft smile. “It’s not the reason.” He pulled it off my back and from my arms and pulled it over his arms.
