My eyes cracks open, connecting with familiar ceiling. I'm in that room in the mansion. Question is, how did I get here?

"You're awake," Damian's voice cut through the space.

I try not to roll my eyes as I pull myself in a sitting position. He's standing, leaning against the wall. It's so far away, which is weird. He's always hovering over me but somehow he isn't doing that today. He's finally listening. I asked him to leave me alone and he did. I should be happy and glad but I'm not.

This reminds me of the dream I had about him.

"I had a dream that I fought you, I was winning, obviously, but you snapped my neck," I relay the dream to him and frown at the distance between us. I wouldn't have had any problems if he wasn't in the room, but he's here now and I don't like the way he's looking at me. "What the fuck is this? Why are you standing there and looking at me like I'm dying or something?"

He looks sad, torn and defeated. If I still cared, I would be mirroring his emotions because of my feelings for him. Damian doesn't talk much about himself and I know he wouldn't tell me what's happening even if we were together, so instead of letting him feel sad alone, I'd be sad and slightly upset at him for not telling me.

That isn't the case this time.

He leans away from the wall and answers. "It wasn't a dream."

I frown. "What?"

He sighs like he's already bored with the conversation. "You didn't dream it. It happened."

My mouth drops open at that information. It takes a moment for me to let the words sink in. "So we actually fought? And I was winning." I still find it hard to believe because the fight didn't look real to me. We actually fought each other, I started it and he ended it.

He nods. "Yes."

"And you... fucking snapped... my... NECK!"

He fucking did it. He snapped my neck. What the fuck?

"I had to." He shrugs like it doesn't mean much to him.

I push the blanket off me, funny, he even cover me with a blanket and get off the bed. "What the fuck? You snapped my neck." I repeat like I can't believe it because it's unbelievable. "How the hell am I still alive?" I mean, he snapped my neck. Normal people would have died but I feel fine. If he hadn't confirmed that our fight was real, I wouldn't have known that my neck was broken.

I bring my hands to my neck and tilt to the side and don't feel any pain. It's like it never happened.

"You healed."

I remove my hands from my neck and notice the metal bracelet on my wrists. I raise my head to glare at him. "No shit. What the actual fuck?"

He raises his hands up in surrender. "Look there's something I have to tell you."

I drop my hands on my hips and give him a reply, "Does that include the reason why there's a fucking weird ass looking bracelet on my hand?"

He nods. "Yes." He takes a deep breath like what he's about to say is one of the biggest challenge of his life. "El and her dragon, Azra, share an unbreakable, unspeakable and unique bond. They are one in the other. They are the same even when they are apart. And they become very powerful when there soul merge together and they become unstoppable when that happens. Azra lives in a cave Di Hipsodat but he can appears anywhere he wants to be because he isn't just an ordinary dragon. He is El Gador, which literally translates The Devil in Dihipian language.

"You dream about him, Camille. You dream about Azra. To you it might seem like just a dream but to him it happened because he has the power to manipulate time and space. When you say the three words that's supposed to keep you in control, you're supposed to be calm because the words are fuel with your emotions and that's exactly why you've been losing control because you're calling for help and El normally let you borrow the Elsword while Azra takes charge of you. That's why you almost killed those students at the game with West High. That's why they killed those men at the diner, it's because someone else is pulling the strings.

"You've said those words many times because you felt the need to. You thought you couldn't control yourself without it and that was father's mistake. He should've warned you of the consequences. He should've told you to always turn your anger inside before uttering those words. You've claimed the words because of the amount of time you've said it and now the words is claiming you. What am saying might not make sense to you but I want you to believe me. You didn't say the words earlier when you started swinging the Elsword. You almost killed me and I'm blaming you because it's not your fault, none of it is.

"While you were fighting me, I saw your aura and it's different. Azra is trying to get to you. He's trying to bond with you and when that happens you will die."

Okay, that is a lot to take in and weird. 

"So you're saying the dragon wants me?"

He nods. "Yes."

Fuck. Fuck!

"Why didn't you tell me all this before and how long have you been creeping into my dreams?"

"I'm sorry, the first and only time I did it was on the island before we left. You were whimpering in your sleep and I thought you were having a nightmare. I tried to wake you but you were so cold, so I had to see what you're dreaming about and I saw it. You didn't remember when you woke, in fact you were happy."

I remember that day, it was supposed to be the best day of my life if he had kissed me back. It was the beginning of my suffering.

"That's why you rejected me then? You knew." Not trying to accuse him of anything, I just want to confirm.

"I guessed. I didn't know he wanted you but I know you were bonding in your dream."

"Okay hmm... Can you show me the dream?"

Seeing it for myself is the only way I can believe him and it would make more sense that way.

"No."

I frown. "Why not?"

"Because it was your dream."

I mutter, "Damn dream collector. Fucking asshole."

He told me he only leaves dream that truly means something to me. What about this one? It means the most to me. Can't he see that? I don't even know how to contact the bloody idiot.

"What are you thinking?" Damian's voice pulls me out of my thought.

"Nothing that concerns you. What's the bracelet for?" I ask, raising my hands to show him.

"It's a power damping bracelet, I should have asked you before putting it on you but I had to, your powers are getting more dangerous everyday and they aren't reliable. You might hurt someone. What happens when the dragon takes over again?"

Still coming to terms with an alien dragon that wants me. But he's right, my powers are getting out of hand and I'm just learning to control it. How unfortunate.

"You're right."

"What?" His eyes goes wide like he can't believe he's hearing.

"I said you're right, I almost killed Penelope and then you. So yeah I'll keep wearing the bracelet, they're not my style but they'll work." I shrug like it doesn't bother me but it does.

"Really?"

"What again?" I've already agreed, why does he still looks shocked?

"You aren't going to fight me on this?" He almost sounds and looks surprised.

"Do you want me to fight you? Actually don't answer. And No, I'm not going to fight you on it, the sooner I accept what you're saying the sooner you leave me alone, how many hours until I'm done?"

His face changes to the look he has on his face when I woke up. He looks down and sighs. "You are free to go, it ended thirty minutes ago."

"I've been asleep for almost a twenty three hours. That's a record." I joke.

"Unconscious but yeah."

"Whatever smartass."

"I'm sorry, Camille. It's doesn't mean much but I want you to know that I'm sorry and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

Oh, someone has been watching lots of movie. That apology does sound like him but I'll take because it's sounded sincere.

"Who's opening the portal?"

"I will."

"Is your father aware of the dragon shit and you snapping my neck." It's easier to blame than say I lost control because people who aren't in touch with their emotions lose control.

"No and don't tell him."

Hmm, keeping secrets from his daddy huh? Damian is going bad and I love it.

"Okay, I won't." I agree.

"Thank you."

"Whatever," I wave him off because I'm already tired with this conversation. "Open the portal to my room please."

"You need to see the headmaster first, he has to clear you before releasing you."

"Right like I'm still in prison, I almost forgot."

"Camille–"

"Just open it."

I grab my bag on the floor and step inside the portal he opened. I arrive at the Headmaster's office and as usual he's behind his desk reading. He looks away from the book when he notices movement.

"You're back." His face lights up like he's been expecting me. Yeah right, I almost believed it.

"Can I go now?"

I don't want spend another minute around him.

"Listen Camille–"

"Oh you don't! I've been listening and I think it's time you listen to me, leave me the fuck alone and my name is Cami!"

Since when does he call me Camille. Argh!

"The power damping bracelet, who do have it on?" He asks, his eyes not moving away from my wrist.

I shrug. "Shouldn't you know, nosy gatekeeper and since you don't, I'm not telling you shit because it's none of your business."

He slams his hands on his desk and gets up, he look angry. Good.

"Either you like it or not, Cami, I am still the head of this school."

I place my hands on my hips and lean my upper body forward. "Well boo hoo."

He points his finger at the door. "Get out of my office."

"Gladly, I was bored anyway." I say with a fake yawn.

I turn and head over to the door but he stops me. "And Cami, stay the hell away from Caleb Sinclair."

This makes me turn around to scowl at him. "Oh you can't tell me who I can and can't be friends with."

"It was an order."

I chuckle. Is that supposed to make me do it?

"And do I really look like I give a fuck? Like I'm going to listen to you crazy liar."

"Cam–"

"Why should I stay away form him?" I ask just to test him. It's not like he's going to tell me anyway.

"Just do."

I scoff. "Everytime. Why am I still surprised? Thank you for not disappointing me?"

"His background isn't fake."

"What?"

"He came to this school with a fake story. He isn't a gemini wizard or a wizard, he's supernatural but not the kind we're used to. He lied about everything including his name. I did a background check on him but nothing came up, I had Mr. Snickle run a supernatural check for Caleb Sinclair and there is a Caleb Sinclair, a gemini wizard but he died along with his twin sister, Claire Sinclair in 1984."

What? No, no, no, no, no! Not again. Not another person.

"What? So if he isn't Caleb Sinclair, who the hell is he?"

"An actor playing a role. Stay away from him. Don't do anything stupid like confront him. I have reasons to believe he's dangerous."

"Thank you for telling me."

But that doesn't mean I'm going to listen to him.