nodded.
With those words, he walked out of the room.
Leaning back down against the bed, I stared at the ceiling and tried to figure out what reaction was best for this chilling situation.
Some would cry. Others would throw a fit. I have no idea how to feel, other than scared for my life.
It wasn't solely his warning that frightened me. It was his eyes.
Dragon eyes.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I closed my eyes, took a long inhale, and let it all out.
Cassandra Thorn, you can do this. Just a month in prison. That's all.
It should have motivated me, but all my self-talk did was ignite butterflies in my stomach.
Why do I have a feeling I'll be here longer than I should?
Only time would tell.
Imprisonment Life And So Much For Friendships
Cassandra, my sweet.
That delicate voice made me stir mindlessly, wishing to hear more of it. Familiar, yet so far away.
"Dominick," I whispered sleepily.
Whether I was awake or not didn't matter to me. I needed his warmth, to cuddle against him like I always did when I was struggling over the littlest things. This was a big problem I was dealing with, and I desperately longed to be in his strong arms and let my frustration out.
Stay strong, our sweet princess. We're figuring things out.
If only I was as confident as he sounded in my dreams.
Am I dreaming?
It was hard to tell when the familiar floral scent of his room teased my nostrils while the warmth of his body against my back tested my hormones.
"I miss you." My voice held longing, and I rolled over and hugged the warmth tightly. "Stay."
You know I can't, baby. We're too far away, but we're coming. We have a plan.
"Plan..." I wondered what possible plan they could implement while I was sleeping. "I love you."
There was no response, but something pressed against my slightly parted lips.
Or maybe I pressed mine against the soft warmth.
Did it matter in the depths of the darkness? I wasn't sure. All I knew was that I was enjoying this delicate moment of tranquility.
The soft warmth made me think of my chances of surviving my new life behind bars.
"If I die...I hope you all know..." I was drifting again, my mind struggling to keep from falling into a different dream entirely.
I didn't want the comfort dream to end.
You'll live, Princess. We're coming. I can't stay much longer...you're drifting into a different dream.
Different dream.
His words weren't making any sense to me, but I wondered if fae could do that: travel into people's dreams?
"Omarion can't have Tristan," I muttered.
There was a burst of delightful laughter that made me smile unconsciously.
As you wish, our sweet Cassandra. Be strong and don't cause trouble.
"I never...cause..." I trailed off, my mind fading just like the comforting warmth that fought to embrace me.
Everything went silent for a long time until a metallic bang woke me. Sitting upright like a rush of cold water had been thrown on me, I squinted in the dim-lit cell to see a guard with a dark blue uniform.
"Morning, sunshine. Get the fuck up."
What a pleasant awakening...
Slapping my hand against my forehead, I let out a long sigh as I tried not to doze right back to sleep.
Jeez. I've never felt Dominick as closely as I did just now. Was I really dreaming? Goodness... I need a cold shower after whatever they decide to feed us.
Shaking my head, I threw off the thin grey sheet they called a blanket and sat up. I honestly couldn't complain right now, seeing as I apparently got the best cell on the prison block.
Level One Prison Block.
Today was Day Two of the Captivity Life, and I could guarantee that I was going to die of either hunger or straight-out boredom.
I had to be thankful I ran on the hot side, or else I'd add freezing to the list of potential death causes. According to Omarion during his visit the night before, the prison was deep-deep-deep down in the ground.
* * *
"What are you doing here?"
"Bringing your dinner. Be grateful," he grumbled.
"Who pissed you off?" I inquired.
"You," he muttered. "What did I say about not causing any trouble?"
"What did I do?!" I gasped in shock, feigning innocence. "I hate being wrongly accused."
"What did I hear about you kicking the other guard in the balls?"
Oh...
"Well...you see." I tried to figure out the perfect excuse. "He looked at me the wrong way."
"I can tell you're lying," he mumbled. He held the food tray in one hand, leaning it slightly to one side.