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?

the ground, Marco throws the apartment door open

Marco is holding his pistol, but he has both hands in the air in front of him, showing he doesn't intend to shoot. His eyes are wide, darting from James

for 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 throat. I look up to see James grabbing his neck. Blood is gushing out between his fingers as he falls to the ground. My fangs and claws retract at the shock of seeing

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 as he

have I done? What

there. Heal him before

I pull myself up. I can't catch my breath as I crawl next to James. What have I done? There's so

you, please, James? Please! Just blink if it's okay for me to heal

at James with disbelief in his watery eyes. Then he looks at

can, which isn't very calm at all. I wipe my tears

Let's go,"

from his 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

energy out into his body, pulling muscle and tendons back together. Fusing flesh, repairing tissue that I tore in half. I feel

of the darkness of sleep, I can hear a woman calling me, “Iokaste...Kas... Time

woman sound so familiar? I slowly open my eyes. A bright light is shining through the doorway into the dark room, making it

we?”

visitors,” her tone

to the cot I'm laying on. I jolt up and push myself as far away from her as I can. My eyes adjust to the bright light from the

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, I can escape out the door and no one gets hurt. I try to focus, but again, nothing

I'm trapped. I look around to see if there is a way to escape around them, but the only

minute? Is that who I think it

becomes more clear

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