Page 189 of Soulmateless
“Yes. I am.” I don't feel ready at all but it’s the best I can do.
He nods before opening the doors, leading us into the rest of the building.
I gasp as I walk into the building. Whoa.
The whole building is huge. There's so much open space. The area in the middle is covered in dark grass and trees - specifically black wooded umbra trees that grow in Somnia, their long branches hunching with rounded lilac colored leaves hanging down from them. There's black benches in the middle where people are sitting down, watching the children run around.
Scanning the glass walls, I realize there's people walking behind railing and that the glass is sectioned off into what must be rooms. Thousands of rooms. Under the rooms, there are little shops and restaurants, and even sparring rooms with people practicing.
I look back to the ceiling where the lights hang down. They're in the shape of stars and the moon. There's some fluffy cloud-like decorations hanging around them too as if they had actually floated into the building.
It's like a mini city!
I glance back down at the people walking around. “How many dreamscreechers are here?”
“Well we are at half capacity right now. So around five thousand.”
My jaw drops. “This place can hold ten thousand dreamscreechers?”
“Yes. Considering that many dreamscreechers are sharing rooms and such. There's enough for four people in a room, and with two thousand five hundred rooms, yes. The capacity is ten thousand.”
“Wow!” I continue to admire the place. I can't believe there's so many dreamscreechers, all of them happy and safe away from VasilisaandAmara.
Amias would love it here. I know he would.
My stomach twists. He's not here now. He won't be here for a long time.
I feel helpless knowing I've left that task for Minerva, and I have no way of contacting her since I don't have a phone or an address. I didn't have much of a choice considering the circumstances.
She better bring him back, or else I'll have to kill her myself.
But this isn't over for me and Amias. He will be brought here. He’ll be healed and saved from whatever shit Amara is doing to him. Even if Minerva is the one going into Amara, I can find my own ways to ensure he gets out. Even if I have to stay up all night and spend all of my hours and energy to find him, I will. Our love is worth everything, even my own life.
Amias will come back to me. I will make sure of it.
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“Prince Amias is out on the hunt for Ignatia.”
My nose scrunches at the news. I sit up from the back of the black couch, in the dark room of my suite. I only moved in a few days ago and turned on the news for tonight before sleeping.
Of course he's on the hunt. Now that he's all brainwashed and ready to control, they're having him hunt me down.
It's fucked up. It's all fucked up.
The lady in a blue dress speaks. “There haven't been many new photos of the prince. Many photographers have reported that their photos have been taken down. The few that are still up are confirmed to be edited according to experts.”
A star slides over the screen to reveal Amias, in a long trench coat, surrounded by guards dressed in white jackets.
I grunt and look at his eyes. They look lifeless in that photo. They don't have the same twinkle. That same summer lake that you want to swim in.
They look dull now. Empty.
The news anchor continues. “Some of our experts have said the photos seem to have edited his cheeks to make them look more round, and possibly also under his eyes.”
My body tenses. What does he look like then? Is he skinny now? Starving?
I grunt in disgust. They're covering everything up. If it weren't the case, they wouldn't be deleting photos.
