I didn't care what I wore before, and I didn’t now. But these jeans, these super comfy boots…they were mine, provided by my ghost, frommy castle on my Dark Mountain. I had things for the first time in my life and I wasn't going to let some stuck-up bitch make me feel out of place.
Not anymore.
Or perhaps I was completely wrong, and it was the crow Ravioli, my new pet, still gripping my shoulder. I reached up and smoothed his little head as we walked towards what I thought was a large greenhouse, but once entering and walking past the growing fruit trees, we came to a random wooden door. Right there in the middle of the warm glass encased room. I walked around it in a circle. No walls supported it. It just stood there.
I gave Rí an arched brow.
He sighed and turned the handle, but before he could push the door, it flung open, snatched from his grasp.
There he was again, with his perfect white-blond hair and eyes that hurt to look at. With his deep purple under eyes and stubble, he looked even more tired than a few hours ago.
It felt like days ago we had stood in that Wisteria clearing but it had in fact only been hours.
The dragon growled loudly and reached forward for Cole, gripping his uncreased white shirt in his grasp.
“If you're quite done you brute. I did not tell them.” Cole snapped.
“And why would we believe that?” I asked.
His blue ocean eyes snapped to me.
My back tingled and itched, asking for attention from the leering man. I told it to stop being such a whore and glared at the White witch.
Cole ripped himself from Rí’s hand and smoothed out his shirt. “Not that I care what you think. I didn’t tell them.”
I didn't believe him. The twitch in his eye was shifty. I narrowed my eyes further at him. This man was untrustworthy.
Shit my back was so itchy.
I couldn't help but reach back and rub at it, which was a mistake because I then noticed Cole doing the same before he snatched his hand back and closed his expression off to me.
Good, hide your emotions witch. You're not going to get anything from me either.
I shut my own face down.
“I’m here to take you to the council,” he muttered before spinning on his heel and walking back the way he came.
Sighing, I followed him through the door before he turned to me once more and sneered, “the bird stays.”
Ravioli jumped off; his widespread wings were quite majestic as he flew from the greenhouse.
We walked through a pure white corridor. The floor, walls and ceiling were all pure white and at the end waiting for us was another door. This one almost unnoticeable with it being also pure white.
I detested the colour.
Cole stopped and waited for us to catch up from our slow lazy stroll with an irritated look upon his tired face.
“I don't know what they want. My plan hasn't changed. I don't want you here. They don’t know about our mark. So just answer their questions and then leave so we can find your answers and send you far fucking away.”
I had no plans to inform him my plans had changed, that my boys were going to be coming to Wisteria with me, that I planned to find a way for them to stay on the Dark Mountain with me.
We entered an oval room. Above us was open sky, the morning sky bright and fresh. In the centre of the room stood a huge wisteria tree; the winding trunk led to the largest purple clusters I had seen yet. A white table spanned it with four white chairs that held three people in white cloaks, their faces hidden by the hoods.
What was with these people and white?
They each rose from their chairs and stood in a line before us. Cole moved to stand beside them, his shoulders back and his face tense.
What a dick.
