39. A Connection

ZEDKIEL.

I stare at her, my heart rate quickening. Of all things, I wasn’t expecting her to say that… but her words shook me and not because of the reason behind her fear of me, but because it aligned with what occurred in the Chamber of Truth. The ominous warning that took place at my Blood Ritual, to kill the woman with hair as dark as night, skin as pale as snow and eyes the colour of the bird of night…

I would end up killing her? I scrub my hand down my face, trying to remain emotionless.

I look at her as she sits there, trying to stifle her tears; I can’t imagine myself killing her… Not her. Anyone but her.

But I’ve already hurt her before… My Lycan is always fighting to come forward when she is around, wanting to devour her… but I know that despite that, I wouldn’t have hurt her the other night. When I drank her blood, it was her ripping away that had caused her that injury.

I push the thoughts away, needing to focus on what she had just said. These dreams, my omen… There has to be more to this, a way to stop that from happening.

A part of me wants to reassure her that it’s going to be ok, that I won’t hurt her, but can I guarantee that? Deep down I couldn’t, regardless of everything that has or hasn’t happened I couldn’t give her my word. I slowly crouch down in front of her, placing my hand on her knee.

“Evangeline.” Her heart thumps as she looks at me, she’s smudged her eye makeup, and she looks even more like a panda now… “Look… I don’t know what to make of your dream… but I know I wouldn’t intentionally kill you…” 2

The flash of fear in her eyes tells me she’s thinking exactly the same thing as me. Who knows what I’d do when I wasn’t in my right mind?

I sigh quietly, watching the black marks of her makeup mixing with her tears as she wipes her face, making them even worse. It is obvious she doesn’t wear makeup much because she’s either forgotten about it or she just doesn’t care. “Nothing I say will reassure you when even I don’t trust myself… however … there’s something about you…”

That makes me want to keep you close forever, but I don’t say that to her. I can’t. 1

“You’re not angry?She asks, almost as if that in itself shocks her. She watches me as she wipes her tears away.

Can you be angry at a panda in a red dress? I smirk slightly and stand up. 4

“No, I appreciate you sharing that. We need answers… I feel your dream connects to my Ritual…”

“Ritual?” She asks.

I didn’t tell anyone about that night. We aren’t really meant to discuss it in detail… but why do I feel like there’s more to us… between us…

I look down at her as she stands up, still clutching her dress to her. “We need to find out why you have those dreams repeatedly. Have you ever told anyone?”

I frown and shake my head. “I vaguely remember telling Grandmother Philomena once, but she said it is just a silly dream and I should pay it no heed.”

keeps happening, and you

and I look her over. “Go change, I’m

taking some clothes. “Oh, and you might want to wash your

hurrying to the bathroom. I hear her gasp and I smirk, but it only lasts a moment

pull on some sweatpants and a hoodie. She steps out

“My make–up…”

tossing her one of my hoodies. I love the clothes they had

She murmurs before pulling on

tits had

I pull my hood up and lead the

middle of the woods

Her heart rate quickens, and I hear her

a joke.” I mutter, locking the door

to focus on her lips. Reaching over, I pull

don’t know a lot about me. Maybe if you didn’t always run, you might figure out a

soften before she tenses.

to listen if anyone is close. I take her wrist leading her down a side hallway. We’d take one of the back entrances. I didn’t want anyone to see where we were going. I don’t even know if this is a

you won’t tell me where we’re headed?”

begun to come out of her shell. Slowly but surely. I look away and answer her. “You’ll

making it harder for her to manoeuvre. She hasn’t shifted, which

you came out here so willingly when you can barely see anything?”

done a lot of stupid things in my life lately…

think will kill you? I don’t reply until I slowly come to a stop. The trees open a little and she tenses. I watch her sharply, wondering

She

feel something?”

in

of us Lycans could feel? I brought her here to see if she’d feel more at ease as I tell her what happened in the chamber of ordeal… the chamber that was right

utter what happens beyond the chamber to anyone. Not that I think an omen such as mine could get

powerful energy… but it isn’t… bad.” She

don’t know what is beneath it, but here is a wolf–less woman that can sense the

royals…

the chamber of truth is right beneath our feet.” I say quietly as

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