Chapter Fifty Seven
Once again, the bed was empty by the time I awoke. I felt a hollow in my chest; once more, I would have to hold onto the memories he had left, until his next visit. I was sore, but I managed to get out of bed. I took my pills.
“Good morning,” the voice called, and there Daemont, still looking through my notebook.
“You stayed.”
“Yes, I did.”
“Why? I mean, I am happy–you know what? Don’t answer that.”
He gave me a small smile, and it might just be the most human thing I had ever seen him do. “You don’t have to be uncomfortable around me; I won’t harm you.” he assured. I couldn’t come up with anything to say. “It occurred to me that I don’t know anything about you pack healer. I didn’t know you drew. This drawing is really nice.”
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except that you are the
“Thank you. I have been drawing and painting for years now; it’s something I do to keep calm.” This was the most he had said since I knew him, and I wanted to keep the conversation going, but I didn’t want to say the wrong words.
“What other things do you like doing?” he questioned.
“I am the pack healer, so of course, I like tending to people in need of help.”
“You are very kindhearted and also daring; I liked that about you.”
“I also love to sing, though I don’t think I have a good voice.”
“I’ll be the one to decide that.”
“You want to hear me sing?” I asked.
“Yes, I want to get to know you.”
“What do you want me to sing?”
“Anything,” he said.
When I was a teenager, my favorite song was ‘Blackbird.‘ I felt like that would be the perfect song, and so I sang it to him, just as he requested.
I didn’t know if he enjoyed it, but he had become completely still.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes. I do.”
“I mean, I can sing something else if you don’t like that.”
“No. No more.”
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I fell silent.
“Are you going to leave again?”
“Yes, but I need something from you.”
“You know I would do anything.”
“I know, but this time, I need more. I want Riley, and you are going to help me get her.”
I couldn’t hide the disappointment I felt, it was written all over my face.
“I could get killed.” I began, but then I paused, knowing he didn’t care about that; he never did, and I always knew that. “It had always been her, hadn’t it?”
“Yes, it has always been her.”
“Why her? Why not me? I am ready to be anything you want me to be.”
“That is the problem.”
“What do you plan to do with her?”
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