if you can't recall out of fear. Now be gone so I can eat. I have business to attend to."
"Yes, your majesty!"
I might have found their thick voices and frantic responses a little rewarding, but I felt sick to my stomach. I was passed over to what felt like two people, and my body numbed as the air grew lighter the farther away I was carried.
The bit of burning left in my arm faded, and a headache took its place. I literally thought I was on the verge of death, wishing for the darkness to take me away.
It felt like hours had passed until I was laid down on something and a roaring voice spoke.
"I take one day off and you human dimwits stand and watch a five-hundred-pound gorilla try to take out a human! Are you guys mad?!"
"S-sir, she's not human! She sent the beast fly—"
"Shut the fuck up or I'll burn you alive this instant! Did I ask you to fucking reply?" I finally recognized the voice.
Omarion? Why is he angry? Man, I really don't feel good.
Despite my sickly doom, a tiny part of me seemed to rejoice at Omarion's anger. It was pleasing to be acknowledged and defended.
Another thing to add to the Cassandra is Growing Weirder by the Hour list.
"Give me that!"
A cool liquid was brushed along a small spot on my right arm. A sharp poke followed, and the stream of something ice-cold made me fight to move.
All I could do was whimper quietly.
"Shhh. It'll help you rest."
That was all I heard — the following words were muffled and my consciousness finally rewarded me with the darkness I asked for.
So much for making friends.
What Am I And Connected Trio
"Fascinating! Extraordinary! Electrifying!"
The laugh that followed nudged me out of an odd dream. The haunting eyes of a beast stared at me from the brink of darkness, their wide hollows lit with majestic blue.
There was no way of telling what it was, but it felt deep within, waiting to be unlocked by a hidden key. The thought began to fade, and the haziness of my mind reminded me of a night of drinking far too much for one's own good. If only that were the case. Even with my struggling mind, I knew why I was here, handcuffed to the bed.
It wasn't like I was prepared to wake up with purpose and fight my way out of here. My body was just as useless as my mind, and the only thing I could manage was listening to the harmonic hums of a crazy person and the impatient taps of someone else.
"Did you figure out what she is?" It was Omarion's deep voice again, sounding both irritated and intrigued.
"No," the man responded, the lunatic lab doctor with his squeaky voice and odd hysteria over any news. "However, she is for sure a supernatural of rarity. One of the rarest. She could be a new species entirely."
"A hybrid, you're suggesting."
"Hybrid, triple threat, quadruple wonder, a supernatural quartet! Who knows yet, but she is a major threat if she's put in the wrong hands. Exciting. Delightful! I wish I could dissect her!"
"Put a blade to her skin and I'll roast and dump you in tonight's soup entree."
"Feisty! What is this? Have a thing for this beauty? I don't blame you. Her looks remind me of the fae, but her magic is as strong as an ongoing flame. Her blood shows human still, but her heightened sense of smell intrigues me. All of this happens when she's threatened. Oh, I wish the footage hadn’t been mysteriously destroyed! Imagine the information I could gather and show to the leaders. They would out beat those supernatural brothers in a flash to have her on their leash! I should—"
"Doctor." The ice-cold tone had the very man in question gulping.
"Ah, yes. Supposed to be a secret until her status can be confirmed. That snake witch sure has your loyalty. Reminding me of her rules. Two-faced woman can't be trusted, yet you follow her like a dog."
Omarion's working for Widow?
"I don't follow anyone. She is the last to deserve anyone's loyalty when she's betrayed many. She's playing a risky game, and right now she's walking on eggshells with what's on the line. Do you think her attempt to isolate this woman is going to succeed?"
The doctor laughed. "Not with these new developments. She expected her to wither away like a flower with no sunlight. I'd love to see it go the opposite."
"Your dedication is flimsy," Omarion