Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 16

Kas's POV

According to the clock, it's one in the afternoon. My stomach growling rouses me out of bed. Before he left, Bronx said Mrs. Miller was going to bring food up to the apartment. Seems as good a time as any to go see what goodies she brought up.

I go into the walk-in closet and find a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt. As I'm getting dressed, my mind churns with the events from yesterday, trying to put some sense to all of it. How did I end up in the pool in the first place? Where have I been for the last four days? I think they are questions best thought about over a turkey sandwich and hopefully a banana. I put my hair up in a floppy bun before I head out to the kitchen.

As I get to the bedroom door, I smell someone's scent. It definitely isn't Bronx's dark chocolate and coffee scent that I love so much, besides, he told me he was going to the office. This scent is out of place in my home and I'll be damned if I'm disappearing for another four days. My brain immediately switches from questions of my disappearance to defense mode. I let my fangs and claws extend, ready to attack as I slowly, quietly crack the door open.

A large man is standing half-way between the bedroom door and the sofa with his back facing me. He is in jeans and a white t-shirt with his arms crossed in front of him as if he's waiting for something. All the training James and Marco have given me over the past year floods into my brain. If I can get a foot planted on the small of his back, I can get leverage over him and try to bring him down.

“Kas, what are you doing?” Lex hisses at me.

“Attacking a man who broke into my apartment. I'm not getting kidnapped again, Lex. What do you think I'm doing?” I snap.

“Kas, that's just-"

“Not now, Lex," I interrupt.

Before she can respond again, I let a purple aura build around me. I suppress a growl as I launch myself at the man from behind. One foot securely lands on the small of his back while my knee is between his shoulder blades, giving me leverage to lean back without falling off of him. My hands wrap tightly around his thick neck at the same time. He lets out a strangled cry as my claws bury deep into his windpipe.

He grabs my wrists and starts to pull, but not enough to throw me off of his back. The growl I was suppressing lets loose from my chest, making the room rumble as he grabs me. I start to push my claws deeper into his neck, pulling them back toward my body at the same time. I can feel his pulse quicken against my fingertips as I get closer to his jugular. The metallic scent of blood is thick in the air as he drops to his knees.

Something's wrong. Why isn't he defending himself? Why isn't he fighting against me?

as his knees hit the ground, Marco throws the apartment door open and

but he has both hands in the air in front of him, showing he

the intruder to reach up, grab me by the shoulders, and throw me over top of him, flat on my back. The wind gets knocked out of me as I hit the ground, forcing me to dislodge my claws from his

to James' side and drops to his knees, "James, stay with me, man.” His voice isn't nearly as panicked as it should be. His eyes glaze over

What have I done? What have I

before it's too late!” Lex yells

as I pull myself up. I can't catch my breath as I crawl next to James. What have I done? There's so much blood. James's face is pale, his usually cheerful

I'm so sorry. Can I heal you, please, James? Please! Just blink if it's okay for me to heal you!" I cry, not able to stop the tears now. I force down

next to his shoulder, surrounded by a growing pool of blood that soaking into the carpet. Marco looks at James with disbelief in his watery eyes. Then he looks at me and shakes his head slowly.

Let's concentrate. We can do this,” I state to her as calmly as I can, which isn't very calm at all.

you all my energy, Kas. Let's go," she whines, seeing James

throat. Blood continues to pour out in spurts from the gaping wound. I feel like someone is squeezing my heart as I see the extent of the damage my claws made. I place my

tendons back together. Fusing flesh, repairing tissue that I tore in half. I feel someone gently shaking me awake. There is an energy

darkness of sleep, I can hear a

place it. No one calls me Iokaste, except for Delilah's mom, Lady Camille. It definitely isn't her voice. Why does this woman sound so familiar? I slowly open my eyes.

where are we?” I ask

have important visitors,” her

up and push myself as far away from

to send energy to my hands. Maybe if I can burn her a little, she will back away. I concentrate on my energy, but nothing happens. Okay, weird. I try to focus to slow time down a little. If I can freeze these two women in time,

my Goddess. I'm trapped. I look around to see if there is a way to

a minute? Is that who I think

becomes more clear with Lenora's strong features and signature black

looks annoyed, "No, I'm not Lenora. Are