“Which is?” I ask.
“All of this, it’s what has to happen, and there are so many outcomes that could occur. I could tell you the clearest route, but then it would risk that future. First rule of being a seer, you don’t tell your closest family their futures, unless you want them dead,” she says, seeming happy, and then she looks behind herself again. Her smile disappears, and worry fills her face instead.
“What are you looking at?” I ask.
“I’m projecting from my room while half-asleep, and Thorne is knocking on the door,” she says and turns back, “I don’t have much time as he wants me to look for you again, tell him what you are doing, and that means his mother is out for a bit,” she explains.
“I hate him Odie! I can’t, and don’t want to see him in my dreams. Also, I don’t want you telling him what I’m doing!” I shout at her.
“Have you ever heard the saying, “there’s a fine line between love and hate”, she says, but a gunshot makes me jump before I can yell at her about her ridiculous idea. I don’t love Thorne, I detest him. I can’t stand him for what he has done. I look over to see the future me holding my stomach, the person with the gun actually shot me. Who is it? I try to walk over, but something stops me, like a glass wall I can’t see.
“Time to wake up, your dragon guards need you, and time is short,” Melody tells me. I go to correct her about the love and hate thing, and the stupid saying which is bugging me when I know there is more important things to find out. Like who shot me.
“I’ve been shot, who is that?” I bite out.
“Oh, that’s nothing and you know I can’t tell you. I know you live...if that helps,” she chuckles, and then everything blurs away. Being shot isn’t nothing, but I don’t get to tell her that.
The shrieking of my alarm makes me wake up, feeling a little hazy as I rub my eyes and grab my phone. The memory of the dream flashes through my mind. I'm going to be shot in the future, which I bet really hurts. Why didn't I defend myself, fight them? It doesn’t make any sense. I don’t even want to think about that knowing look my sister gave me, like I could love Thorne. That’s impossible, so fucking impossible. I turn the alarm off, scrolling blankly through my Facebook messages from Hallie. I guess she went on a date last night with some guy, and apparently, he's really good in bed. At least someone is getting laid. I think I’m starting to forget what sex is like. I send her a quick text about how lucky she is, and then start to get out of bed, when someone knocks on my door. I run over, open it up, and keep myself behind the door as my banana covered pyjamas aren’t cute. Neither are the Dorito stains all over them.
“I can’t run this morning, I have to go and look at a car that’s for sale across town. Elias is coming with me, and Jules as well, because she just wants to get out the house,” Korbin says. I nod as I run my eyes over his styled brown hair, green eyes, and the tight shirt and jeans he has on. They cling to his body, showing off how damn impressive it is.
“It’s Saturday anyway, I don’t run on weekends,” I make myself look away as I reply.
“Cool, that works out then. Be ready at seven tonight,” he instructs, stepping back.
“Seven?” I ask.
“I’m a little insulted you forgot about our date doll, but you can make it up to me tonight,” he says with a wink. I mentally sigh as he turns around and walks away. We can’t date, it's too risky for them, for me. Yet somehow, the thought of going out on a date with Korbin turns me on, much more than it frightens me. I shut the door, mentally cursing myself, and try to decide whether or not letting my hormones control me is the best idea. I pull the bandage off my hand, and despite the cut being healed, get a plaster out to replace it. I should have something something covering where the cut should be, just in case Dagan sees it. I get changed, and grab my kindle, intent on spending the day reading a romantic wolf shifter book. Running down the stairs, I freeze when I see Dagan in the kitchen, cooking something that smells amazing. He even has an apron on, no shirt underneath, and I just stare at all the muscles on his back. There are a few scars littered around, but mainly it is all muscles, and damn fine-looking ones at that.
“I didn’t have you down as the cooking type,” I grin, and he turns to look at me.
“Oh, and what did you have me down as?” he teases.
“A guy that lifts weights all day, and likes to fight,” I shrug, as really, he does seem like that type, and back in Dragca, there was no need for him to cook at the academy.
"I do fight, so you're right there. In fact, I have a self-defence class today that I'm going to for the first time," he chuckles, and then looks over at me as he pours batter into the frying pan.
“Want some pancakes?” he asks.
“I’d love some,” I reply, walking over to the table. Dagan serves the pancakes up before sitting opposite me. After pouring some maple syrup on the pancakes, we begin eating in earnest, not really speaking. Every so often, I feel his eyes on me, but whenever I glance up, he is looking away and pretending like he wasn’t. I need to do something to get some alone time with him, where we have a chance to talk, and he isn't so awkward with me.
“How’s your hand?” he asks, reminding me that I need to get the daggers out the car before Jules sees them.
“Fine,” I respond, and he nods.
“Can I come to self-defence? I used to go to the local one a few years back,” I blurt out.
“Really? You did self-defence?” he asks, leaning back in his chair, and looking me up and down. Why do guys think females can’t fight, simply because we don’t look strong? Usually the strongest people in the world are hidden behind a pretty face.
“Yes, I did, and I bet I can kick your ass,” I say, totally bluffing. Dagan is like, twice the size of me, and most likely could break me like a twig.
“I’d like to see that, but you hurt your hand. It’s not a good idea.”
“It’s all healed, I swear I’m fine,” I say, and he narrows his eyes at me.
“Alright then. We have Elias’ bike we can ride there, as he took the taxi with Korbin and Jules earlier,” he tells me.
“I will clean up, you cooked,” I say when we have finished eating, but Dagan picks his plate up, and moves to get mine.
“Nah, I don’t mind, and you need to get dressed. Class starts in an hour, and we’ll need to leave in ten minutes to get there,” he explains.
“Okay,” I say, getting up and keeping my eyes on him. “A hot man that cooks and cleans, most girls would do anything to find a guy like you.” Instantly regretting it when I realise I said it out loud.
“You think I’m hot?” Dagan teases, as my cheeks light up.
“That was meant to be a comment in my head, not spoken out loud,” I explain, which only makes his grin grow. He rolls the lip ring in-between his lips and puts the plates down, walking over to me. He stops when we are mere inches apart, and I have to arch my neck to look up at him.
“Go and get dressed before I show you just how hot I think you are, kitty cat,” he warns me, and yet, I don’t move as I stare up at him. His blue eyes are brighter now, the black specks from his dragon are gone, and I kind of miss them.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks me, his voice deep and husky as he strokes his fingers down my arm. His touch snaps me out of my thoughts and brings me back to my senses. I step back, clearing my throat.
“About how a girl is going to beat your ass in class,” I say with grin, and turn away before I do something crazy, like jump on him and kiss him until we both forget everything else.
Chapter Twelve
Isola