*Sasha*
A hand on my arm pulled me from a trembling, sweaty nightmare.
“Sasha sweety?" Lucas murmured, stroking my arm up and down.
When I opened my eyes, he took my hand, threading his fingers through mine.
“Lucas," I croaked. “She was here–that old priestess."
“I know." Lucas looked away from me, shame written on his face. “She disguised herself somehow, I think using magic. We all thought she was the doctor. I should have known better."
“Lucas, I thought she was a doctor too… until her eyes changed," I sighed, squeezing his hand.
Lucas shook his head. “This is a bad development. I… I need to talk to Brady. You just rest." He smoothed the sweaty hair off my face. “How's the head?"
I turned my head this way and that. “Well, whatever she did, whatever evil she might have in mind for the future, I think she did actually cure my concussion."
“That's good, at least," Lucas mumbled. He kissed my hand, then tucked it next to me. “I'll just be in the office. Brady and I… we're going to come up with a plan."
I reached for Lucas when he stood, and he looked back at me. “Maybe I can help?"
“Later, princess," Lucas said, settling my hand back beside me again. “For now, Brady and I can talk it out."
“Hmph," I grumbled as Lucas walked out of the bedroom. Overbearing ass.
I slipped out of the bed and padded down the hall after Lucas.
Phoebe was hovering outside the office already. She put a finger to her lips.
I had to stop myself from laughing as the two of us crept close to the partially-open door to listen in.
“... can't risk taking the orb to court. And I can't risk King Xander or Queen Lena knowing about it. They'll probably start calling in experts and poking and prodding the thing, and Goddess knows what that will do to Sasha," Lucas was saying.
“Agreed," Brady said after a moment. “The fewer people who know about it, the better… I mean, at least until you figure out what this mission from the Goddess is. At least now that you have the orb, Sasha's been returning to you. If it falls into the wrong hands–"
“Exactly," Lucas sighed.
I snuck a peek and saw the orb was laying on its silk covering, exposed, on the desk between them. It was still blue from my last journey, but was not glowing or pulsing anymore.
“I think the two of you would be able to hear better if you came in here," Brady called, and Phoebe and I both blushed and slunk into the office.
Lucas frowned at me, but turned back to Brady. “What do you suggest?"
“If it's an artifact of the ancient Church of the White Queen, I think… well… wouldn't your mother be the ideal source for information?" Brady asked slowly.
Lucas groaned. “Really? We really need to bring her into this?"
“I would say so," Brady said. “You should start packing for the Light Realm. Hell, we all should. Those assholes overran the house!"
“And we did f**k all to stop it. I hate that old woman, I really do," Lucas grumbled.
“Maybe I should just keep working with the orb?" I suggested.
Brady and Lucas fell silent and looked at me.
“Say what?" Lucas gaped.
“Maybe I should just keep working with it, see what it wants and what the Goddess wants," I said. “I mean, that seems to be the best possible way to research it, right? It's talking to me, and the Goddess gave me a mission to do using it. Maybe if I work with it just a bit more–"
Lucas cut through the air with his hand, making a slashing motion. “Absolutely not. I'm not letting you near this thing. You are never to touch it again, do you hear me? I'll throw it in the sea first!"
I rolled my eyes. “Again with the sea."
“You'd better believe it," Lucas grunted. He wrapped the orb back up and quickly shoved it in his safe before I could say another word about it.
“I don't think that it is as safe as you think."
He raised an eyebrow but didn't budge.
“You know, technically that's mine. The Goddess wanted me to have it," I tried again.
“If she can get it out of my safe and hand it to you, then you're welcome to it," Lucas replied, raising his chin in defiance.
“You have no sense of hubris," I hissed, wondering if he had just called down the wrath of the Goddess.
“And you have no sense of self-preservation," Lucas shot back.
I folded my arms over my chest and got ready for a big blowout fight.
Prudently, Brady tugged Phoebe away. “Gee, I think I might have left something in the oven. Better go check." He and Phoebe scurried away.
“It's my orb," I reiterated. “The Goddess gave it to me the mission was for me and—"
“Technically, it's my orb. Brady and I found it," Lucas said, cutting me off.
“She didn't give you a mission," I replied, thumping my foot on the floor. “She gave me a mission. I have to follow through or Goddess knows what will happen. She needs me to save someone. I'd like to know who, when, and how, honestly."
Lucas crossed his massive arms and puffed out his chest. I wasn't too irritated with him to notice just how hot that stance was. I took a steadying breath to stay focused.
“I only care about keeping you safe, Sasha," Lucas said and my next argument died in my throat. “I got you into this mess, and I'm getting you out of it."
“Lucas… I don't think that's true...."
He furrowed his brow and opened his mouth to argue, but I held up a hand.
“You didn't make me a dream dancer and...." I rubbed my tongue over my tooth. “I'm quite certain this is something my mother has been trying to protect me from my whole life."
“Your mother? What does your mother have to do with this?"
“I don't know," I said, shying away from telling him everything.
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Yeah sorry full of crap clichés skipping chapters...
Really oh fn....off another weak heroine roll, her pack hated her, she was abused, why would she do this .... pfghhj off at another cliche novel. .... Nope...