"Zai fils akuo las di Azra!"

My eyes shoot open at an intake of a sharp breath. It's dark inside the room, the light from the bathroom illuminates the room as my vision becomes clear and the room comes to view.  I blink and try to recollect what happened before I woke up... Oh, that's right, the headmaster got the poison burned out and I blacked out from all the pain and scream.

I move my hands to rub my face from my nose upward and through my hair. I move up to sit and notice I'm still wearing the familiar flannel shirt only it's been cropped, the lower half of the shirt has been cut off and my stomach comes to view. I move my hand to rub the spot and notice the smooth skin there. A big grin covers my face. I'm all healed and it's all good because I don't feel any pain.

Pulling the sheet off my body, I stand up for the bed and stretch my body. God! I feel so stiff like I've been sleeping for weeks. I tilt my head to the side, my neck makes a crack sound. "Stiff indeed." I whisper to myself.

My eyes catches my phone on the drawer beside the lamp. I reach to pick it and tap the screen the twice, and the screen lights up. I see notifications, mostly the calls I've missed and unread messages.

I swipe my thumb against the screen and squint as my eyes zero on the date, it's October sixth and the last time I was with my phone... Last time I checked my phone the date was September thirty, it was a Friday and today is Thursday.

I've been asleep for six day?

Why does this always happen? Why can't I just be unconscious for like a day? Why does always have to be three days and more?

Fuck! I've missed so much. This won't help me. I mean, I resumed two weeks after everyone else and I'm still trying to adjust.

I click on the messaging app and notice I have messages from Alicia and Nate and Jessica. Groaning, I press the lock button without reading any of the messages and toss the phone on the bed before heading to the bathroom. I've been asleep for six day without brushing my teeth or showering, so I guess I'm spending the rest of the day in the bathroom to make up for the time I've lost.

I spend the next hour catching up on bathing, scrubbing my body with the loofah in the bathroom and some body wash that looks like they were made in the eighties. You see, beggar don't get to be the chooser, which is exactly why I need to get to my room as soon as possible.

Wrapping myself in a towel, I return into the room and find the light switch on the wall beside the door. Light fills the room and I go looking for the closet with the hope of getting something to wear, I don't care if it doesn't fit. I find the door that leads to the closet and open it. I enter the closet and blink.

The place looks like no one has been here in a long time yet the floor and surface looks sparkling clean but the clothes are dusty like whoever cleaned it didn't want to mess with the stuff in here. I know no one has been here because the laundry basket is still there, opened filled with dirty clothes and on the table is different dresses laid down. I reach down to touch the dress on top, it dusty like the rest of the clothes.

Shaking my head, I leave the closet and close the door. I can't wear those clothes, I don't know how long they've been sitting there even though they're vintage and pretty.

I close my eyes and whisper, "fuck."

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I march back into the bathroom and discard the towel and pick the white robe hanging on the hook behind the door. I wear the robe and tie the sash before heading out of the room. I tiptoe outside and move the door slowly to avoid waking anyone while I snoop but the sound of laughter makes me straighten my back.

So there is someone awake after all.

I follow the sound of the chatter into a familiar living room. I stop when I see the back of Damian's head peeking from the couch, his eyes glued on the large tv screen, watching–

"Is that Pretty Woman?" I ask the rhetorical question. Of course it's pretty woman, I remember April dressing up as Julia Roberts character for Halloween two years ago and she made all us watch it with her that night instead of going out and causing trouble. I asked the question because I didn't think Damian was into movies or chick flick in the least.

"Yes," he answers without moving his head, he asks, "what are you doing awake? Are you all right?"

I nod like he can see me but it's pointless because he can't. "I'm good. Why are watching Pretty Woman? I hear guys loves action movies, wasn't expecting you to be a fan of rom com."

He shrugs and stands up. "It's the only movie available and I need the distraction," he replies but there's something about the way he answered, it wasn't like him. If he feels things, I'd say he is stressing over something.

"Who owns the room you put me in? The closet is dead, it's like no one has been there in a long time."

He turns around and answers, "that's because no one has been there in a long time. I believe it was your grandmother's room when she stayed on Earth."

I move my eyes up and hum. "Great! Where are my clothes?" I ask him.

"Are you hungry?" He asks before sighing and looking down. "Of course you are, you haven't eaten anything in six days, come on." He nudges his head to the side, "I'll feed you," he says and begins to move towards the direction he gesture for me to go.

I wrap my hands around myself not moving. "Not bullshit." He stops and looks at me, raising his eyebrows. He's waiting for me to explain and that's what I do. "I hope you aren't going to feed me bullshit because that's what you do, you and your father."

His eyebrows are still raised, he is clearly not getting it. "God! Damian, the poison. Why was I targeted? And don't you dare feed me the 'i don't know' bullshit because you know what's going on, you always do. Now, tell me."

I might have been in pain when he was telling me about the poison but I saw that look on his face when he was telling me about the plant. He knows something and he isn't telling me.

"You're just recovering, Camille. You should get something to eat, come on, I'll make you pancakes or anything you want." He ignores my question.

"Don't act like you don't know me, Damian. You know I won't leave where I'm standing until you give me something, anything. I'm losing my mind here and I hate it. You said that plant, Leslo is from Di Hipsodat, so how the fuck did it get to earth? Obviously, someone from Di Hipsodat stab me."

I mean, that's the only explanation I have. My first suspect was Sebastian, I know he would be back eventually to get his revenge and it's only a matter of time but the plant got me thinking differently. There's no way someone on Earth did it. It had to be a Dihipian.

"I'm still trying to figure everything out. Father hasn't slept since you got stabbed, he's been doing nothing but searching for answers. We are all doing our best, so Camille for once in your life listen to what others are saying. Listen to what I'm saying, you haven't eaten anything for six days and I'm going to make you something. What do you want?" He asks. I open my mouth to argue and I guess my face shows how annoyed I am.

Damian tilts his head slightly in a warning, which makes me roll my eyes.

"Fine, whatever, I'll have cereal."

He nods. "Good and I'm making you something solid to eat." He walks away and I follow him, tossing glare behind his head. Asshole.

We enter the kitchen in silence. Damian gesture for me to sit and I seat on the counter stool and watch him move around the kitchen like I always do when we were on the island. It was fun for awhile, I would always tease him about always liking to be in control and he would mock me and say he only does that when I tried being in control, that and because I can't cook.

He opens the fridge and brings out a jar of orange juice, he set it on the counter in front of me and goes to get a cup, he rinses the cup at the faucet before returning. He pours me a cupful and drops it in front of me before going away again to get cereal. He opens the fridge again and grabs milk, he places it in the table before reaching up to open the cup, taking out my favorite cereal and a bowl, setting everything in my front with a spoon.

He pulls the stool opposite me and sits on it, watching me sip the orange juice.

"I want ask you something, and I don't want you to question me about it." I break the silence.

He nods with interests and replies with, "only if you answer mine without question."

I shrug. It's only fair besides what does he want to ask that he doesn't already know.

"Okay. Go ahead." He gives me the floor.

"What does Zai fils akuo las di Azra means?" His eyes goes wide, I fear it's might remove from the socket. "Did I say something bad? It's just something I've been hearing, and I would like to know what it means."

"Where did you–?" He cut himself off, remembering our deal. He takes a deep breath and answer the question. "It means Azra is mine."

I blink. "That's it?" He nods. "Well, what language is that?"

"It's a Dihipian dialect that only the royals use." He answers.

Azra is mine. What the fuck does that even mean? I know Azra is my grandmother's dragon, so why the fuck are words repeating in my head. I can't even remember where I heard it from.

"Thank you."

"My turn," I raise my head and meet his gaze, I don't like the look he has on his face, it's annoying me. "Before you got stabbed. You were in that library researching about ghost, why?"

I roll my eyes. "What–this again? I already told you it was nothing. I wanted to know where people go when they die."

"I can tell when you're lying, Camille. I'm a telepath, I can read your mind but I don't want to." He threatens.

I slam my hands on the counter and glare at him. "You wouldn't dare besides my mind is shielded, you won't get anything from it."

He chuckles with no humor and gets up from the stool, he rounds the counter and comes to my side, his hands comes to my shoulder as he turns me to face him. He places his hand on the counter as he bends over, feeling his breath on me.

"Every El that ever ruled Di Hipsodat always have an executioner. Someone that kills for them. Your grandmother was her father's and she was ruthless, most feared executioner in the entire history of Di Hipsodat. She trained me and eventually when she became El, she appointed to be her executioner but I never killed anyone for her because she could do that herself. She needed a telepath like myself because she couldn't do what I can. She is a telepath but her father forbid her from using that power because he knew how strong of a weapon the mind is, so she didn't train that part of her. But I did.

"For El to pick me, you should know I impress her. Your telepathy is weak and no matter how much guarded you are, I can knock down those walls, just don't make me do it because you wouldn't like it. Now tell me why you're researching about spirit and unrested ghost? Your search was specific. You weren't seeking answers for ghost, you wanted to know if a spell can make a ghost appear."

I heard everything he said but during the time he was telling me about how ruthless my grandmother is and how he can turn people to mush by just penetrating their minds, I was only focused on one thing. My eyes was on his lips, the way they were moving as he spoke.

I probably shouldn't do this but I just want to know what it is to feel his lips on mine again.

Don't do it, Cami. Don't. Do. It. A voice warns in my head.

"Screw it."

I lift myself up and press my lips against his. And for a brief second, I feel it. The excitement, I feel it all over but it ends when I feel his hand on my shoulder as he pushes me down, breaking the kiss.

One look at his face tells me everything I need know. He is fucking angry.

And he rejected me. Again.