Supernatural Inmate (Supernatural Captivity #1) - Avery Song Page 0,69
get going. Want me to tuck you in?"
"How loving. Too bad this bed sucks and this blanket is a spare sheet," I grumbled, missing the lavish bed I had back home.
"Use your imagination, Cass." Tristan winked.
"That so doesn't work, but sure."
He chuckled, and it was hard to not get lost in his aroma and sexy eyes.
"Be good, Cass," he whispered against my lips. "Get some rest while I blend in and do some Sherlock snooping."
"Okay." I decided to go to sleep instead of figuring out some other way of getting out of here.
I lay down as Tristan lifted the sheet with a graceful movement. It laid upon me perfectly, making me miss my weighted blanket back at home that gave me the best sense of comfort, helping me during those times I dealt with bouts of anxiety and panic.
Tristan must have said something, but my drifting mind was getting further away from those imprisoned walls, and closer to a place of pure serenity.
When I opened my eyes, I was in a beautiful forest. The sun was beginning to set, the sky filled with a variety of pastel colors that melded together. Soft pinks, golden oranges, and the vivid baby blue were shedding their last bit of glory before the darker colors hinted their arrival at the edges of the horizon.
The trees were tall on the outskirts, but I stood in a wide clearing with flowers and foreign plants I'd never seen in my life. Some glittered with fluid that flowed out from the depths of their cores, thick dew falling like a flowing waterfall of life, feeding the very soil that grew their foundations.
Others glowed with majestic power, a foreign energy that wrapped around me and brought a wonderous aroma along for the ride. My nose felt so sensitive to the different scents, my body perfectly at home in this place of peace.
I looked down at my body, noticing how different I felt. My skin was paler than usual, with a variety of shapes and markings that crawled all over my arms and legs. Made of different lines and symbols, a few reminded me of the random sketches I'd draw when I was completely zoned out.
My mind couldn't fathom how they got there, but I wasn't afraid. It felt like a natural occurrence, like I was born to carry these markings of divine power.
My body was cloaked in a thin white dress, one with gold trim and golden petals that gathered at the bottom of the silky material. It reached my knees, blowing with the warm wind that passed by.
I felt strong. Confident. Beautiful. Common emotions, and yet, in this world, it was so intense, it felt like I wasn't me.
Who was I? Not the person within the body I knew.
I noticed that my hair was different. Goodbye to the brunette strands. My hair had an intriguing gold color to it, highlighted with orange tones and some platinum blonde.
My hands trailed down the smooth texture, and I noticed my ears felt pointer. A weight on my head alerted me to a hair ornament, and my fingers felt the sharp metal of what felt like a tiara.
If only I could see myself. All I could do was wonder about my appearance. Whether my eyes were their usual blue or something else.
Something new like the rest of me.
"Princess."
My eyes drifted up, meeting those of a man. My breath was taken away by his commanding presence. His tall figure, his perfect skin. The way his orange eyes were rich like the sky above us, and even from the distance, I could see slight gold twinkles, reminding me of glorious stars that glittered in the sky at night. His emerald green hair was down, with hints of white standing out like tinsel.
He was so divine he could have been a god.
The first step he took toward me made my heart skip in longing. The closer he got to me with each step that followed, the more familiar he became. I knew him. In fact, I loved him, but I didn’t dare speak his name.
With one last step, there he was, and I gazed up into those magnetic eyes. They drew you right in, keeping you captive in admiration and delirious wonder.
His name repeated over and over in my head, but I didn't dare speak it.
Not until told.
A grin sparked at the corners of his soft lips, and I was blessed with a smile that held a thousand words. It brightened his entire face, making