I gawk, still dumbfounded by the situation as people around us spew insults at her. No. This doesn't prove that. It-
"Oh, great! There goes the dreamscreecher he probably fucked!" The weirdo from earlier shouts, walking backwards from the crowd. "Loveless freak!"
"Monster fucker!" Another person shouts besides him and the girl who grabbed him before.
I glower at him and his posse. My mouth opens to tell them off, but seeing their faces twisted in genuine disgust, I realize they're being serious.
They really think I'd go that low.
The dreamscreecher fan girl approaches me and hands me a paper. “Perhaps this can answer some questions for you?”
I examine the paper, an article about how dreamscreechers are misunderstood. Curiosity gets me to holdit in my hands. There's crazy statements, like “Amara is lying to you!”, “There's no evidence that dreamscreechers are evil at heart!” and “Join us in the resistance for dreamscreechers.”
I reach my arm out to give it back, too overwhelmed by the incident to want it, but the girl has already disappeared. I take a look in every direction but I still can't see her.
Other people chatter among themselves, but I look back to the alleyway. That save couldn't have been on purpose. Could it?
If it was, then maybe the fan girl is reasonable. Why would such a monster, one that was created in spite of my bloodline, save my life?
Every species has its good and its evil.
Clara's words echo in my head. I almost want to shake off the thought but I can't…
Dreamscreechers aren't like other creatures. The point of their existence is to make us suffer for punishing Godusa. Their very creator terrified people with horrific nightmares before we put her in her place, and she made those creatures in spite. All those dreamscreechers do is kill and ravage our kingdom for entertainment. They have nothing but bloodlust in their hearts. What happened moments ago should've been a mere accident!
But it doesn't make sense as an accident, or an attack at all. It didn't take a step closer when I was on the ground, where it could've taken me by the neck and snapped it out. Instead, it kept its distance.
And it's eyes. They were so gentle and pure. I felt safe under its stare, which is too strange to even fathom. Almost like it was my guardian.
My grasp on the paper tightens. Is it possible I've just witnessed the good of the dreamscreecher species?
Chapter 20
Ignatia
As Amias shuts the door, I clutch my fists and pace around the room. Hot tears start wetting my cheeks just thinking about what he said.
Bullshit. Utter bullshit.
The fact that I'm not allowed to lose my composure at him enrages me. In the moment, I wanted to yell, maybe even kick him in the groin for what he said.
How dare he say that about my people when they've suffered so much? How dare he say that about those forced into violence when Vasilisa would kill them otherwise? How much money do these propagandists get to brainwash the whole kingdom?
Father was right! I shouldn't have trusted him! Why would I expect more from the grandson of Amara?
I kick the night stand. The lamp falls over with a hard thud.
I shrug as if it were sentient. I need to escape and quit fucking around.
A list starts to form in my brain as I survey the room. I can take the bright colored grocery bag next to the fridge and put some food in there. There's different fruits and nuts in the fridge and cabinets. I can grab a medical kit from downstairs and abottle of water. One change of clothes that Amias bought for me could be of use, and a jacket.
I have all the supplies to set off. What am I stalling for?It's only a matter of time before that brat of a prince finds out I'm a dreamscreecher and has me executed!
I storm towards the fridge to gather up items when a blood curdling scream holds my attention. Snapping my head to my left, there's a mass of people gathering around a moss covered car.
A car?
In my room?
