be. Why do you think demi-gods exist?”
Her face tightens, and I turn away as she replies, “It still stands that you will bring that girl nothing but heartbreak, and it seems my son is already quite closer to her than you are.”
She is right, he is.
And it’s for the best. I tighten my hands into fists as I walk away, hearing Daesyn’s laugh following me and begging me to come back. To tell her I’m here, to fight for her.
But for the sake of her and myself, I keep walking.
Falling for a mortal would be a sin against the gods…and they have other plans for me nevertheless.
Chapter 22
My breath catches as I stand on top of a cliff, looking over an impressive ocean in front of me. The ocean is calm, and the sun is setting in the distance, bursting bright oranges and dark reds across the sky. The colours are reflected in the sea, and I suck in a deep breath, loving the millions of little waves and the smell of the saltwater in the air. I feel free for a brief second, until I realise I cannot move, and the panic sets in.
I’ve never been the one to be scared, but right at this moment, I’m nothing short of terrified.
Fear cripples me as I hear his voice and feel him standing right behind me.
“Such pretty black hair,
To fall through the air.
Will you die, little faeling?
Or will you survive, to be my forever living bride?”
I grit my teeth as I start walking to the edge of the cliff, my feet once again moving of their own accord.
“When I find you in the real world, whoever you are, I’m going to have fun stabbing you a million times!” I manage to scream, even though the words feel like an empty promise. How can I find the person doing this if I can’t see him to know who he is?
My feet eventually find the end of the cliff, and small pebbles fall over the edge, yet I’m powerless to do anything but watch as they fall into the sea below.
“This, my dear, is naught but a warning.
Figure out the cursed rune, or you will be wanting.”
I scream as I step off the cliff, the rushing air whistling past my ears blocks out all the sound, and I gasp, sucking in the salty air like this dream is real. My leg slams hard into the sea first, and I cry out from pain only to suck in a deep gulp of freezing cold water.
Then the world turns to darkness, and I thank it.
* * *
I wake with a cry, reaching straight for my leg and pulling back the sheets. My leg hurts like a bitch, and as I push my pyjamas down, I see the long red mark all down my leg, and my knee is really swollen.
“How did that happen?” Mossy asks me, his voice all groggy. I pull my pyjamas up and slide to the edge of the bed.
“Training this morning. It’s nothing, Mossy,” I gently tell him. He doesn’t believe me, I can see it in his eyes, and I’m so freaked out by these dreams that I know I’m being a shitty liar.
“Tell me the truth, and I will go and get Sword to make you a big cup of coffee,” Mossy demands, watching me with those big intelligent eyes.
“I’m having bad dreams, and in the dreams, there is a guy, and he hurts me. I think he gets off on seeing me in pain,” I start off. “But when I wake up, the things he did to me are real. Like this on my leg, it was when he forced me to walk off a cliff and fall into the sea.”
“Forced you?” Mossy asks. “The fucker needs his balls chopped off.”
I smile and pick Mossy up. He wraps his little arms around my neck. “Someone is fucking with me in my dreams, and he will mess up. I can’t see who he is, but I will find him. I know how he sounds, and that’s a start.”
“And I will chop off his balls,” Mossy firmly states, and I try not to chuckle at that image. “You get dressed, and I will get coffee.”
“Doesn’t Sword sleep at all?” I question as Mossy jumps off my shoulder and onto the door handle. The door swings open, and he holds it with his back to stop it shutting.
“No. The anal weirdo is always awake,” Mossy tells me before leaving the