The thoughts on my mind followed me into dreams that night.
"You have to save her!" Claire yelled to me. She stood in her nightgown, holding on to the steel bars that kept her from escaping.
"Help me," a familiar voice whimpered on the opposite side. I looked to find Crystal standing there looking scared and vulnerable.
I tried to go to her to take her in my arms and tell her she was safe but my feet were immovable. No matter how hard I struggled I couldn't move.
"I'm going to find you," I promised her. "And I will keep you safe."
Or die trying.
"Kyle." The sound of my name on her lips vibrated through me.
"She's not one of us," Claire said, pulling my attention away from Crystal briefly.
She's not one of us, echoed in my mind again and again.
When I looked back to Crystal, she was on her knees, crying into her hands. The sound was like bullets straight to my chest.
"Don't cry," I told her, trying to stop her from crying.
"You don't understand," she said as her hands dropped and her eyes met mine.
There was something different about her, and then I noticed the color of her eyes were dark, almost midnight-black.
"No one can help me."
I began to fight free of the invisible restraints that held me from her.
"When they find out who I am, they will kill me and no one will be able to stop them."
She stood up and then I noticed she began to change. Gone was the girl who was my mate. In her place stood Flynn, the Keeper.
"You can't save her," he sneered, and the anger I felt toward him flowed in me, strengthened with every beat of my heart.
"I will."
He laughed at me and that only stoked my anger.
An adrenaline rush with my anger pushed me further and I pulled free, but before I could tackle Flynn, he disappeared. His laughter echoed around me.
I awoke with a start. Breathing hard, I scanned my surroundings. It was just a dream and I was lying in my bed.
Crystal
I had no idea what to say. Both Dean and I took a step back as Harrison entered the room.
His eyes took in the way I had my arm around Dean's waist. He frowned slightly as his eyes connected with mine.
"Why?" he asked.
I bit my lip. There was no answer to that question that would get me out of this. I had been caught red-handed and it was time to face my fate.
For years I had been running, trying to keep my existence a secret, and now I was going to be killed because they were going to discover who I was.
It was depressing it had to end like this, now.
There was no point in answering his questions. He was a Keeper. Even though out of the Keepers I had met so far he was the most relatable one it didn't mean he would spare my life.
