Frostbite (The Dragonian, #3) - Adrienne Woods Page 0,30
“This really is messed up.”
“Just remember, you do the exact same thing for him. He becomes darker the more he is apart from you too, Elena.”
“History has this so wrong,” Becky said.
“That’s exactly what he told me. I asked him if he had the urge to kill me, since there are two of us living at the same time, and he said no.” I smiled as I remembered his stupid comment before he said it was a joke.
“See, my brother is smart and I’ve got a funny feeling he’s known this for a very long time, Elena. It could explain why he always wanted to be around you when he was drunk.”
“So it wasn’t my virginity that drove his Sun-Blast crazy?”
“No, far from it.”
N MONDAY AFTERNOON I struggled to handle our training session with the knowledge of Sammy’s little discovery.
“You’re really quiet today. Was Tabitha that mean to you?” Blake joked.
“No, she just left me with a shit load of paperwork to go through. It is going to take me forever to find him.”
“She will find him, Elena. That is a promise.”
“Yeah, I hope so.”
“I forgot to ask you something.”
“Sure, what is it?”
“The day that Paul died. Did you see his body turning into ash?”
I thought about that. I didn’t know what I saw. “Master Longwei put you up to this?”
“Elena, we need to know.”
“I don’t know what I saw that day, Blake.”
He stopped and I came to a halt a couple of paces in front of him. “I can help, if you want.”
“How? By reading my mind?” I joked.
He didn’t smile. “I can’t read minds,” he said in a harsh tone.
“It was a joke.”
“My persuasion can calm your mind and you might be able to remember more.”
“I don’t want to remember more. Believe me I’m struggling already with what it is I’m stuck with.”
He sighed. “I know it’s hard, Elena. We all lost an amazing person that day.”
“Blake…”
“He was my best friend. If Paul is still out there…”
“If he’s still out there? How could he still be out there?”
“What did you see?”
“You are not answering my question! Lucian drove an iron blade through his heart. Iron kills Wyverns.”
“Elena, please, just tell me what you remember.”
I looked to the ground and could feel furrows denting my forehead. What did I see that day? For a long time, I thought it could be paranoia, but Blake sounded adamant and if Paul was still alive…
Anger boiled up in my throat again, but it disappeared immediately because of Blake. I looked at him and his peacock-blue eyes searched mine. He was still waiting for my answer. “I don’t know what I saw that day, but I heard her forcing him to drink something.”
Blake froze and cupped his mouth as he turned around and paced for a while.
“What is it?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. “Blake,” I pulled him by his arm and he faced me. “What is it? Is Paul still alive?”
He looked to the ground with knitted eyebrows. “He might be.”
“Might be, how?”
He walked to the nearest boulder and sat, ordering me to do the same.
I took a seat next to him and couldn’t stop staring at him. He didn’t look at me.
“There is a potion, it’s two different kinds that make a whole.”
“Stop speaking to me in riddles. What do you mean two different ones?”
“Two potions, but together they can do something unforgivable.”
“Like what?”
“It’s called the Calupso. One potion is drunk by the person that will become the host, the second is drunk by the one who needs the host. His body would disappear and his essence would be soaked up into the host.”
“That doesn’t make sense!”
“If you heard her say he needed to drink, it could only be that. Did you see her drink something too?”
“I was busy turning into a dragon, I don’t know what I saw,” I grunted. “How does that work?”
“She’s a hippogriff, or I assume, a shape shifter. Hippogriffs don’t have human forms.” The worry lines dented deep into his forehead and around his eyes. “If she was a Wyvern she could sacrifice herself and he would take her place inside her body, but because they weren’t the same, she would’ve needed another host, a Wyvern, in order to save his life.”
“So you’re telling me that Paul is still alive?”
He nodded. “But we wouldn’t know who he is, as his human form wouldn’t be Paul’s. It would be the host whose life he took.”
“She loved him, you know. How was that even remotely going to