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A slight racking of sothing steely from a distance drew out of the shadows of darkness to my relief into so bright white light.
I coughed slightly, feeling my throat itching a bit and closing up.
What was the matter now? What was the dream all about?
My eyes still closed, I tried to ruminate on the aning of the dream which had seed to have gone on for hours.
But nothing ca up. I didn’t understand one bit of it.
I didn’t know who those crying ugly won were, or what the valley was all about, never even heard of it before, until the dream. Not that I am even sure that the spot exists in real life.
For all I know all these fucked up dream was a characteristic of...
characteristics of what? I heard my mind ask in a way, as if taunting .
But I ca up short. A characteristic of what? Why was I hallucinating or having dreams without foundations, or at least so I thought.
I didn’t read or watch a movie about blood sucking demons or so shadow of death and darkness.
My ears perked up when I heard the tal racking again, and it dawned on then that my cell door was being opened.
Taking a deep breath, hoping it was Adam, I opened my eyes slowly whilst sitting up on the bed.
A smile slithered across my lips, joy about to tender over, when I saw Adam saunter into the room with his twin, Noah.
A smile that dried up imdiately when I beheld the stern look on his face. What was going on? Did sothing happen?
"Adam, what is the matter?" I asked him tentatively, subtly standing up from the bed, waiting for him to walk to , and probably hug and tell that all was right, or what had got his face all strung up.
Staring at him, I could feel a rather strange energy around him, sothing that I haven’t seen or gotten before. It was unseen but tangible.
But Adam stood at the entrance, not giving a reply to my question. Rather he stared at head to toe like a bitchy girl would, before sneering at , causing to pause my lips in astonishnt.
What happened to my Adam?
I closed my eyes, willing all this to be a dream, willing that I was still in the shadows of darkness than this.
I preferred to live there than bask in the un-affection of Adam. Now, that I have tasted him, have tasted his love, have tasted his being, I couldn’t afford to be on the receiving end of his hate.
"Don’t delude yourself." I heard him say, heard him clicking his tongue, and soughed, pinching myself to see the trueness of my situation.
"Follow ." He ntioned so sardonically that I had no choice but to open my eyes and get used to my reality, my sad reality.
What had happened? Did Adam hit his head sowhere? Had Claire managed to brainwash him?
I watched as he turned around without sparing another glance and walked out of the cell, not that he was in it in the first place.
He had just been hanging by the side post.
He stopped a few inches away from the door, and without turning around, asked if I was planning to stay in the cell forever.
Not wasting any more ti, I followed after him, stopping at a point opposite him, watching as he turned around and locked the cell, still not sparing a glance.
I wanted to try again, I wanted to ask him what the problem was, what had been going on in the few hours that I had been away from him, but for so reason my mouth stayed shut, and my throat...it was still itchy like sothing was clawing on it.
I wrapped my hand around my throat, wondering what could be the problem. I haven’t experienced this sort of issue before.
Was it sothing that I had eaten?
My mind played a rewind tape of all my mories for the night, from the biggest substance that went into my mouth to the tiniest chocolate.
I and Naomi had really tasted up the food down to the tiniest detail before things started to fall apart. But nothing ca up to be suspicious.
Everyone had eaten just as I had.
As I walked behind Adam, my mind drew and stayed on the drink that a guard had given a few hours before I had succumbed to sleep.
Courtesy of the prince, he had ntioned.
Thinking of it now, my head cocked to the side, my steps slowing down unknown to , I believed the the drink was suspicious.
I hadn’t ordered it. I don’t think Adam had either.
The guard had just co up to like so robot and handed the drink to , even his voice had been a bit off.
But look at stupid , anything strung with Adam was all good to .
Looking at the behaviors of Adam now, I was beginning to wonder if the water hadn’t been drugged.
At least that would explain the stupid dream that I had.
Was it death for though? Poisons were usually made to kill soone, but why was I alive?
The ti fra for the poison effect hasn’t elapsed?
Well, I don’t know. I don’t even know if the drink was poisoned. But I don’t really care at this point. Adam was ghosting . And where the heck was Noah?
He had co with Adam to the holding cell, but my attention had been so fixed on Adam and his abnormalities that I hadn’t noticed when Noah left.
"Quicken up your steps. I don’t have much ti on my hands for an idiot." I heard Adam say sharply and gasped, not surprised, yet not believing that Adam would speak to like that.
Even when he had been my bully, he hadn’t spoken to in such a degrading way, like I was so rag or slave to him.
A slave in our pack was treated better than this actually.
But I obeyed.
I quickened my pace, inhaling deeply at intervals to quell the scratching on my throat.
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