"So much for sleeping. The energy buzzing in my veins is apparently like drinking fourteen pots of coffee. Anyone up for a game?"
He switches on the game system Zee bought, and Gage narrows his eyes before pulling my hand in his.
"You're sleeping in my room. I'm not leaving you alone with him."
Dice laughs. "Chill out. She's immune to my charms, and I did just save her life."
He saved more than my life.
"Istilldon't trust you," Gage grumbles.
Before I can argue, Gage's arms are around me, vaporizing me before materializing us in his new room.
"Gage, Dice isn't going to touch me."
"Damn right he's not. Just get in bed. You need sleep. Dice is staying up, so he'll be ready and on alert."
I sigh out, realizing how sleepy I truly am the more I come down from my adrenaline high.
"Fine, but stay on your side."
He smiles while pulling his shirt off, revealing his perfect upper body. The numerous symbols tattooed on him remind me the dangers of his affiliation with the Somage. The rippled, lean-muscled, toned perfection of his body leaves my mouth watering like a fool with no self-control.
He smirks when he catches my wandering eyes, and then he lies down on the far side of the bed.
"I promise I won't touch you."
He pulls the sheet over him, stopping it at his waist, and then he stares up at the ceiling while placing his hands behind his head. I get in beside him, careful to leave a substantial amount of space between us.
"Gage?"
He looks at me, possibly fearful of what I might say, and murmurs, "Yeah?"
I sigh out heavily, the weight of the night pressing down on me.
"What happens when they find out where I'm from and how powerful I'm meant to become? Will they panic the way they did with Sylvia?"
His eyes soften, genuine compassion seeping out.
"I won't let anything happen. You'd be surprised to find out how powerful I actually am. Don't worry about stuff like that."
"Why were they so freaked out? What did they think she could do?" I ask, still worried, despite him telling me not to be.
He sighs out, a burden tainting his breath. "They thought her to be more than a witch. Something completely different they didn't know how to respond to."
Something more than a witch?
"What did they think she was?"
"A new but old creature. A long time ago, there were some entities that roamed the earth with more power than they could rightfully control. Without control, you have power-mad beings capable of mass destruction with no remorse.
"Freya - the strongest of these creatures - did have control. She also had two daughters - two witches. One was Estella and one was Dragona. Estella was pure light, and Dragona was pure dark. As you've learned, just because your energy is dark, it doesn't mean you're dark. Until Dragona met Damon, she was as sweet a person as one could imagine.
"After meeting Damon, she lost herself to the darkness of his heart. A self-proclaimed imperialist, Damon went after the throne. Only one who controlled all pieces of magic could be entitled to the throne. Freya was that sort of power. The throne was hers until Damon used Dragona to overthrow her. Freya wouldn't fight back against her own child and Dragona slay her mother in the very castle she and Damon seized control of.
"Long story short, Dragona and Damon ruled with fear until Estella was forced to fight against her own sister in a battle that most of the immortal world will never forget. She managed to kill Dragona and Damon, and she bound their spirits to purgatory for all time. The very act killed Estella as well. She was so light, that the dark act of killing her sister killed her.
"Both Dragona and Estella were said to have borne children. The daughter of Dragona was said to have been killed long ago during a witch hunt - no pun intended. The daughter of Estella was... misplaced.
