"Oh ya! Didn't Everett have to get like half the house repaired or something? Man, I totally forgot about those days. Scary times.” Tristan seemed amused before a curse left him. "Oh fuck!"
"What?" Otis questioned.
"I think I just fucked up."
"Why?" Adonis asked.
"I gave her two pills instead of one."
The silence that followed was heavy, even with my wavering consciousness.
"We're so fucked," Dominick declared.
My consciousness faded away, but his words seemed to be valid.
If we don't figure out Widow's master plan, the world of humans and supernaturals will be fucked into human extinction.
Morning Addiction And To The Lands Of Luxury
I woke up with a jolt of energy.
The sudden burst made my eyes shoot open. Lifting my head up slightly, I blinked my eyes to help my vision focus, noticing from the darkness of the room that it was still late into the night if not the wee hours of the next day.
Quickly recalling what happened before I was put to sleep by the powerful tablets of rejuvenation, my brain seemed to start stacking up a bunch of questions, somehow summarizing everything that had occurred since the day of my kidnapping.
The swift typhoon of memories only triggered waves of emotions I'd yet to confront, and as much as I wished to revoke them from my mind like many other nights, I couldn't escape their assault.
The bouts of fear, anxiety, worry, and anger at myself and the circumstance that I’d pushed away for so long now gathered around me. With the knowledge of who I was now and the acknowledgment of all those years I'd wasted thinking otherwise, the bricks of solitude were beginning to crumble as I regretted not attempting to seek answers about my true self ages ago.
It was amazing how imprisonment in the heart of Psychic Prison for Supernaturals as a human unlocked the hidden secrets and invisible threads of fate that landed me in a world where my human side was now dead - in a realistic sense and to the rest of the world. I couldn’t believe I was about to embark on a dangerous rescue mission to find the secrets of this world that someone was doing a darn good job trying to keep hidden.
Adding the importance of finding Omarion and the growing pressure of figuring out where we stood within this world of an unforeseeable future with a questionable past, I began to worry about how our next step would impact everything.
In a few short hours, we'd be boarding a jet and flying to the country of luxury. Many called it the Land of Luxury, and I couldn't blame them, because Dubai was that and more. It had been the first country with a nine-star hotel, and to date the flying cars and other dynamic levels of technology baffled the minds of many, especially those with magical abilities.
The country that was made of sand centuries ago had built upon itself and created an empire of riches to be proud of. Now many of the worlds wished to achieve what Dubai had managed, not to mention have even just a fraction of that wealth in their own bank accounts.
I figured we wouldn't have many issues entering the country - aside from a security check - but the thought of leaving here was a weird feeling I couldn’t describe as it ran through me.
There were so many unknown avenues and dreams of what could happen in the magnificent but dangerous place. The world's strongest, most lethal prison that held the toughest and most unique supernaturals this world had to offer.
We were about to embark into its depths, and as scary as it sounded within my mind, it thrilled me, filling me with anticipation at the idea of testing my newfound powers and gifts.
I was sure once we arrived, I'd have to see what I could do first. This wasn't a case where I was kidnapped and thrown into my captive circumstances, like I had been months ago. If this was going to be my choice, I'd make sure to prepare for the battle at hand.
Blinking my eyes some more, I looked over to the digital clock to see it was one in the morning. We'd be leaving soon, and I'd regret not getting some more rest, but I struggled with the idea of going back to sleep now.
"You're not as hyper as I would have expected."
My head turned to the culprit of the sleepy, deep voice, and it hadn't occurred to me that I'd been resting in Otis's arms until my eyes locked onto his red ones.
He appeared to be half awake, his eyes barely open while his lips were in their usual frowning position. All we did was stare at one another until I rested my chin on his chest and continued to stare up at him.
"Define hyper?" I finally answered.
"Jumping off the walls and waking everyone in the house hyper," he noted.
"That would be rather intriguing but we're leaving soon, aren't we?"
"Two or three more hours. The jet will be ready to leave."
"Aren't you worried about security?"
"Everett's dealt with that. He's not happy."
"I can imagine," I muttered, and turned my head to rest my ear on his chest. Listening to his beating heart that rapidly drummed against his chest was both soothing and intriguing, piquing my interest at its speedy pace.
"Are you nervous?"
"No."
"Scared?"
"No."
"Your heart is beating like you're running a 100-meter race."
He didn't reply immediately, but when he finally did, his answer shocked me a little. "I'm happy."
I lifted my head from his chest to give him an intrigued look, and his cheeks began to turn red as his eyes avoided my gaze.
"How can you be happy?"
"I get a few moments of peace to sleep and have you in my arms," he muttered like it was a sin to reveal how he was feeling.
When his eyes returned to mine, he added, "It's been a hard three months."
"For you and me both," I whispered. "Otis."
He gave me his full attention as I continued, "How long has it been since you last drank blood?"
He didn't answer, and I expected that.
"You know how dangerous it is for you to keep pushing that need aside."
"I never asked to be lectured."
"I'm not lecturing you," I replied. "I'm telling you to stop being stupid and drink some blood already."
His scowl only made my eyes roll as I got out of bed. Noticing how hot it was in the room, I moved to the window to open it just slightly, the cold breeze extremely welcoming as I stripped out of my pajamas.
I could feel Otis's gaze on my body. My teal blue bra and matching panties were the only things left on my body. Running my hand through my hair, I walked to the mini fridge in my bathroom.
Opening it up, I noticed the single bag of blood that I'd kept in there for Otis's sake. It was a few months old seeing as I put it there before the prison fiasco, but blood was blood.
My hand didn't reach its surface before Otis's hands was around my hand in a second, his body pressing against my back.
"I don't want it." His grumble of disapproval made me lift my eyes to the mirror to see his upset expression while he grew even redder with a hint of dark mystery.
"What do you want?" My voice was captivating to my ears, leaving me to wonder if it had the same alluring effect on Otis. He didn't respond, but his eyes lowered to my neck, his desire growing by the second as he absent-mindedly licked his lips.