Chapter 66
Running so fast I feel like I’m flying over the sandy beach. Glancing over I see both Ambrose and Freya keeping up. I hear fawns caws from above. I know we have a lot of hard work ahead of us but right now we are free. Free of the weight we put on ourselves. Free of the responsibilities we have. Free to just run with no worries. Sometimes I think we take ourselves too seriously and we really all need to take a page out of Ambrose's book. For the first time since I met this oddball, he looks whole.
The moon starts setting as we make it back to the hut. I had shifted back at the lake my wolf wore out from running for hours. Ambrose looks like the walking dead, even Freya looks like she’s running on fumes. “shall we take today to sleep and tonight to rest meeting back for breakfast?” Ambrose yawns out. Too tired to talk I just nod. Grabbing an Ambrose fruit on my way through. Since bonding with Freya I have a taste for these things Ambrose told me it’s the fruit of the gods it it restores and restores your body. Normally being a wolf I wouldn’t be able to eat this but because my soul is bonded to a goddess and a lesser demon I can eat it and relish in the benefits.
Flopping on my bed I stare at both the journal. Eris’s I stopped ready when she admitted to having sexual dreams about her and Ambrose. The things she described had given me one too many dreams of Ambrose touching me. Always waking with a start my heart pounding painfully. I had started to notice when reading her journal it was starting to look like a movie or like I was there the memories are now mine as well. I want to ask Ambrose but I also don’t want to admit to reading e”s journal. Groaning I grabbed them both putting Eris's in the side table drawer. Opening mine I spend the next two pages describing the events of tonight.
Laying back I close my eyes drifting off to sleep red bursts behind my eyelids. A blood-red set of angry eyes stared. I should be frightened but I’m not the anger isn’t directed at me but behind me. Spinning to look all I see is black. Turning back the red eyes charge me going through me. Taking my breath with them I grab my chest gasping. Coughing and my lungs fill again I feel like I’m being watched. Looking up and around it’s black everywhere. Not a crack or spot of light.
Two red dots blink into view again. These red eyes seem kinder but still angry. Soon several pairs of red eyes are staring at me. Each set charged me going through me and taking my breath each time. Each set of eyes has a different emotion and shape. All the same color none of them the same. Each time I try speaking I feel a squeezing around my throat. A demand for obedience. But I can feel the desperation for me to accept something. The red eyes blink out as gold eyes blink into view. All of them were angry, but one set. This set is warm welcoming and radiates love. The. A pair blink and become tarnished corded then rush the warm eyes. Just before they collided they are gone. Heaving hunched over when a set of emerald green eyes blink into being then blue eyes and brown eyes. Finally silver eyes. Sad silver eyes. The pain in these eyes brings me to my knees. Tears stream down my face as I stare into my father’s lifeless eyes.
Closing my eyes praying this is just a nightmare.
Shooting up screaming out in pain. The door bursts open as Ambrose flies through the door. Breaking his own rule about coming in here. Gasping for breath as Ambrose makes it to the bed. “what happened? You were screaming the hut was shaking. I could feel pain like it was my own coming from this room. “ looking up at him I know I have tears stain covering my cheeks I tell him everything. I describe every set of eyes I see and the feelings. Sending with admitting to finding Eris's journal and reading parts. With a nod, he takes the book tossing it over his shoulder and it poofs out of sight. I wonder if he just threw it in a junk drawer and how big is his junk drawer. Glaring at me “you wake the dead with your screams and you worried about a junk drawer? Whatever that is.” He waves his hand and a glass of water appears. Handing it to me I sip it. Just lemon water. Never just blindly drink something Ambrose hands you the last time I was bald for three days. Not a good look for me.
“I'm not a seer or oracle but I think it’s just your fears manifesting. The red eyes could be the rogue king. The gold eyes I think we know who they are. Silver again no question. The green I would think would be your grandfather William. I wonder maybe because you and I had such a long and exciting night your inner self is saying don’t forget you have responsibilities.’ Finishing with a smile. Nodding as this sounds like the best option. The other is I’m being haunted by my bloodline and the rogue king.
Throwing myself back down my head hits my pillow as I huff out. It’s been a long two months. Patting my arm Ambrose get us and heads for the door. “if me coming in cause a flux in this room let me know. I’ll reset it. Sleep time and relax remember you are safe.
The door closes behind him. He’s hiding something from me and I can’t figure out what it could be. I am gonna have to watch him more closely. I won't push him to talk to me but will let him know I am here if he needs it.
Can lead a cow to water, can't make it drink.
