Death In Her Eyes - Erin Bedford Page 0,48

me. So, don't be getting any idea." She gave me a pointed look.

"Of course not, mistress," I gave her a mock bow sarcasm heavy in my tone. "I live only to please you."

She snorted. "If only that were true. Both of our lives would be so much easier."

Chapter 17

Well, I’d heard of being pumped and then dumped but this was ridiculous.

That night, I had the theater dream again. This time I wasn't alone. Someone else was sitting in the theater with me. Except I couldn't tell who they were. The closer I got to them the more indistinguishable their features became.

The projector playing the reel of my life clicked loudly in my mind signaling the end of the film and yet the dream didn't end. The shadows played in the corners watching and waiting. Not taunting me as usual.

Then for the first time ever the projector started again. This time the screen showed scenes I'd never seen before. Ones that weren't from my life at least. Or maybe they were ones that had not yet happened?

A blonde winged man with a gleaming sword fought with a dark-haired figure on the ground. I couldn't see either of their faces, but they were both heavily beaten already. Fire burst from the dark-haired man's hand and the blonde spun away from it using his wings to extinguish the flame.

"Stop this!" I yelled but it wasn't me, it was the me on the screen. I ran in between the two of them throwing my arms up to block them. "This isn't going to solve anything. We have to work together."

I tried to tell myself to get out of the way, I'd only get hurt but neither man came after me. In fact, the moment they saw me they were hesitate to attack. Then out of nowhere the ground beneath our feet shook and broke. The last thing I heard before the screen went black was someone screaming my name.

I woke up in a sheen of sweat. It was still dark out and one glance at my alarm clock said it was just after five in the morning. Too wired to sleep, I rolled out of bed and grabbed my toiletry bag. Since we were going into town today, I could put on street clothes and not wear my uniform for once. I hated that thing and would happily burn it the moment I got to leave this place.

The hallway was quiet on my way out of my room and into the coed bathroom across the hall. I slipped into one of the stalls and sat my belongings on the provided shelf. Turning on the shower, I turned it up as hot as it would go hoping it would wash away some of the chill my dream had left behind.

I didn't know how long I stood there in the shower for but the water tank at the school must be phenomenal because the hot water never ran out.

It was while I was in the middle of lathering up my hair that the door to the bathroom opened. A familiar voice called out.

"Anyone in here?"

I froze. What was Dex doing in the student bathroom?

I almost didn't answer him but realized he could hear the water running. "Uh, yeah. I am."

There was a pause. Then heavy steps crossed the room. I could feel his presence on the other side of the shower stall door. "Is it alright if I shower here? The faculty one has been on the fritz."

More focused on the fact that I was naked in the same room as Dex than his actual words, I fumbled out, "Sure. Why not?"

It was after the shower stall next to me turned on that I realized not only was I naked but now Dex was and mere feet away from me. My eyes bore into the metal wall separating us as if I could see through it to Dex on the other side. He must have been doing the same thing because he didn't move around for a long moment. Then as if a spell broke, he shifted out of the water spray and the distinct sound of him squirting a bottle filled the room.

I washed myself at a glacial pace wanting for some reason to prolong the time I was in there with him. Even if I couldn't see him. Another part of me wanted to just hurry up and run away before I could make this anymore awkward. He'd flat out refused to admit anything