It's an odd sentiment, because technically, he wants me to die.
I glance up at the ceiling before reaching for the door handle. Fuck it then. Godusa needs me to save him and I'm not willing to let him die over being brainwashed.
I guess I have to save this motherfucker again.
???
My breath slowly steadies once I realize there is no one coming.
The smell of Amarians doesn't get stronger and neither do their footsteps.
I let my back slump against the rough brick wall before looking back around the corner towards the road, catching a glimpse of what's happening.
There's barely a scratch on Amias. He’s searching around, his eyes wide and alert as crowds form on either side of the alleyway.
I quickly turn away from the corner and I breathe.
I'm fine. I'm okay. I saved Amias and I'm okay.
It makes sense why Godusa neededmeto save his ass. No one would have been fast enough to push him. Even for me, the only way I could have saved him was going into dreamscreecher form. I wouldn't have reached him otherwise.
It still begs the question of why did she even want to save him? Why didn't she lead me right into my death? Did I outsmart her? Did she want me to survive?
Does…she have remorse or something?
Even though everyone's on alert, I don't believe they will suspect me in human form. Amias is safe. That's what matters.
I bring myself up to my feet and start walking down between the buildings. I need some rest after that intensity. My head aches for it.
As for this incident, maybe this will trigger something for Amias. Maybe he can recognize that dreamscreechers aren't evil like he's been taught.
Chapter 21
Ignatia
Amias and I take a seat in the pastel painted chairs outside of Soulbake Pastry Shop. With Estrella's star deciding to be insufferable this time of year, I'm more than thankful for choosing a white tank top and denim shorts today. Amias’ brown overalls over his long sleeve shirt might be a mistake on his part. Seems like we're the ones getting baked out here.
Amias invited me here for lunch, and despite our argument, I didn't reject. The place is built like a cute white house with a pale pink roof and window frames. Doves chirp and hop on the floor as other people chat around us. One keeps tilting its head, approaching me as I rip a piece of my heart shaped pastry called a cor.
The birds aren't so bold back in Somnia. To be fair, they would be on a dinner plate if they were.
I toss the piece before taking another bite of the cor. The flavors of garlic, onions and some other kinds of spice pair well with the dripping tomato sauce and ground beef. The pastry holding it together is golden, flaky and buttery, blending perfectly with the filling.
I lean against my seat, taking in flavors when I notice Amias’ cor that hasn't been touched. I am already down to less than half with mine.
Amias has his arms folded, focused on the street. There's tapping on the pavement below him as his eyes shift.
Something is on his mind. "Amias?"
He doesn't respond.
I lean over the table and clap in front of his face. "Amias!"
He jumps, snapping his bugged eyes towards me. "What?"
I laugh."What are you thinking about there?"
After a moment of silence, he gives a nervous titter, cocking his head sideways. "Well… it's something that happened two days ago. It's starting to boggle my mind."
