Moonbreeze (The Dragonian Series Book 4) (51 page)

“That’s final, you are staying here,” she said and went to her room. She didn’t look at me when she closed the door.

I wanted to punch something so badly but I knew the minute I disobeyed her, I would be withering in pain until I turned around.

She had to take it back, somehow.

I’d make her take it back, tomorrow. Even if I had to tie her up.

HY ON EARTH did he want to come with me, hadn’t he heard what I’d just told him?

He couldn’t come, I’d made up my mind. He would just…I cringed as I remembered what he’d said about my dreams. He’d seen Billy, knew what he looked like and must think I was so pathetic. It wasn’t like that.

He also knew what they’d done as I constantly had that fucking dream over and over again. That nightmare I could never seem to escape.

I felt tired. It was nice talking to him, finding out some things and I never thought that he would actually speak to me about them.

I wondered why some of those dreams changed, I thought that I was starting to trust the Rubicon. I laughed at myself as another memory seeped into my mind. It was the night that I’d woken up after I’d escaped with my life from the Sacred Cavern. He’d said that dragon was what he was. Also that look on his face when he’d discovered my dragon form was called Cara. Fucking idiot.

Whenever he was the Rubicon, he was Blake and not some entity like Cara. It was always Blake. Why he’d tricked me…my mouth pulled and tears welled up. He wanted me to trust a part of him, he knew that I hated his human form. That was why he’d been super nice in his dragon form. He’d been so right that day in the SUV when he’d said he was good at pretending. I just hadn’t realized how good. I couldn’t imagine how hard it was for him to talk about himself as the idiot just so he could speak to me. I was so mean.

It was Blake that had made the Dragon Oath too.

I was sure that he wouldn’t die because of what I’d ordered him to do. It just meant that he couldn’t come. I couldn’t lose him like that again. I wouldn’t make it. Not now after I’d seen all those clips. No, I’d made up my mind. If someone was going to die, it would be me. I still had no idea what this ingredient was and I doubted that I ever would.

But I refused to live without him again. I wouldn’t.

It was hard, and even harder when I’d discovered he wasn’t dead, but I’d gotten used to his presence. He was always there somewhere, lurking in the shadows. I knew that now and I couldn’t hear his heartbeat as it was too soft for any ears to hear.

Silent observer? Distant observer was more like it.

I laughed again at another memory. The one in the tower. It was him who had found me that night and took me back to my room. I’d woken up and was just too tired to realize it. Becky and Sammy had lied, because he’d told them to, and they had, because of what he’d become.

What else did he do?

I still didn’t want to trust that this wasn’t a spell. I needed to know what this Dent was all about before trusting it.

If it wasn’t a spell or some sort of willing enslavement, then what could explain this sudden affection for me?

I knew he’d loathed me, but it was as if it was the same Blake that had danced with me, the same one that had almost kissed me a couple of months ago. The same one that had rejected me.

I was so scared that it would happen again, especially with Tabitha around when we got back to Dragonia. I knew it was her that he’d said goodbye to, they still hung out and she still had that same admiration for him, that same creepy loving look whenever he was around.

And he was still the same Blake. I’d never seen them kissing since I got back but that didn’t mean he didn’t kiss her anymore.

A twang of jealousy washed through me again.

I thought about today’s kiss. It was a spur of the moment thing. We were surrounded by beauty and serenity and after that fish smacked into my face, it felt like a kiss was probably in order to make up for it.

I wanted it so badly to last but it couldn’t. Too many promises had been made and too many things were at stake, like my heart. And too many things had happened. I wasn’t the same Elena anymore. I’d killed people. Did he know that too?

I switched off my light and stared at the stars for a long time. The stars never shone in Etan. They couldn’t because they were blocked out by Creepers, hidden behind an enchantment which Goran had probably created.

I understood now why the Wyverns flew so low over the rooftops, it was fear of the Creepers catching them. All the signs were there, I just hadn’t connected them.

I kept seeing the Creeper attached to Blake, hissing and clinging onto him like a leech.

How on earth had I gotten past them and why couldn’t my mind remember them?

I had been beyond myself both times I’d come in contact with them, but what if he was wrong? What if tomorrow they were going to strike and kill me?

Still, as scary as it was, I had to do this alone. I couldn’t lose him like that again.

I closed my eyes and could still hear him pacing up and down in his room.

He didn’t like it one bit that I’d told him to stay, that I’d ordered him to stay. My body flinched as I thought about the word “ordered”, but he couldn’t come with me to Etan. He couldn’t.

Fatigue washed over me like a tidal wave and my mind slipped into a semi-stupor.

At first it was nothing, then the flicker of that night with Billy and Seymour, and the creepy trees in the forest jumped into my head again.

My heart started to race and I was back in my own personal nightmare. Reliving the worst day of my life.

I’D BARELY CLOSED my eyes when a forest jumped into my head.

I didn’t know if it was my own thoughts of her dreams or whether it was really happening with her at this moment, but when I couldn’t stop thinking about it, I knew she was dreaming again.

I got up and rushed to my door.

The one with my face was busy unbuckling his belt.

My throat lit up and a sulfur taste formed in the back of my pallet.

A whimper left her mouth both in dream and reality. Her heart was beating like crazy and fear, the worst kind I could ever imagine, turned my gut.

I barged through her door as images of guys holding her hands clamped her down.

She tried to scream but this figure that had changed into me closed her mouth with his hand. He licked her face and I couldn’t watch it anymore.

“Elena.” I shook her awake and she started slapping the air when she jolted up.

I grabbed her tightly around her arms and held her against my body, as she succumbed and started to cry.

Her hair smelled so clean, and I wished again with all of my heart that I could just change this dream, but I wasn’t there yet. This had happened so fast and they weren’t like the ones in the cave or the one in the hallway with this psychopath harassing her.

“Shhhh,” I whispered against her head. “You’re safe. Nothing will hurt you. I promise.”

She couldn’t go alone tomorrow. She just couldn’t.

She sniffed and pulled away. I was really starting to dislike that a lot, but thanks to her dream, I was the last person that she wanted to be around.

“You saw that?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s the one that I can’t seem to change. It happens too fast. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” she said and I wished that was the truth. I wanted to ask her so badly why she kept putting my face on the one. Was it the guy that I reminded her of? It couldn’t be though, it was me and there was no one that could ever look that much like me. Her subconscious put me in that dream because of the way I treated her. She really thought that I was capable of forcing myself onto someone. I had no clue, but a part of me believed she thought that. I just stared at her. I wished I could do something but I couldn’t. I felt so helpless. So, so, helpless.

I got up from the bed as I didn’t have anything to say. “Are you okay,” would seriously be the wrong thing as I knew she wasn’t okay, and “it will get better with time” was also extremely clichéd and irritating. So I kept my mouth shut as I made my way to the door.

“Could you please, stay?” she asked and I froze.

Did she just ask me that?

I turned around and she was staring at me.

She had! She’d finally asked me to stay.

I took a silent, deep breath through my nose and walked back to the bed and she turned around to face the other direction.

I climbed onto her bed and lay down. I stared at the fan for a long time.

She didn’t speak, and then she said it. “Thank you, Blake, for waking me.”

I looked at her. “You’re welcome, but really, you don’t need to say thanks. I really, really hate that dream.”

“That makes two of us.”

“Who is he?” I asked.

“Which one?” she answered, to my surprise.

“You know which one I’m talking about, Elena.”

She took a deep breath. “It doesn’t matter. He’s going to die soon.”

The corner of my lips curled up and I was glad that she’d finally started trusting me to do something, even if it would be just that one thing. It was a start.