Loosing Her Number »ᴄɵᴍᴘᴌᴇтᴇ«

EIGHT

EIGHT

I really need to stop sleeping so much.

Two bodies lay either side of me. One held me tucked against their chest, his legs curled between my own, the other lay in front of me. Blinking awake, I saw molten metal.

"She's awake," Onver said. The one in front of me.

"'Bout time," a female drawled out, Roxie. "You sleep too much, Whyte."

"Think I have an excuse," I grumbled. "How long was I out this time?"

"Well," Roxie moved to stand behind where Onver was laying, hands on hips. "You had thirty-sumin' hours when we got here. The snake bit you, and sumin' biggie happened, and you slept for a day, then you woke, threw up, went to sleep 'cus of the gorgeous king dude. And he told us that you did wake up three days ago, but you were bonding with... I dunno, and that's why you've only just woken."

"How long?" I asked, sounding stupid for repeating the question.

Roxie threw her hands up and Pearce, the wolf, stepped forward.

"Overall, you've nearly slept for a week."

I felt my eyebrows raise the same time I smelt it. Metal. Plastic. Bad. Trusting my new sense of smell and instincts, I crawled out of bed. The man from behind me, a glance told me it was the king – the Valishar, the king, the lorethven, the healer, mia vabyr'ban, my other-half – who regretfully let me go.

Following my nose and instinct led me to where the shifters that had been with me from the ring sat. My nose led me to a lynx, Number 42, the emotional crybaby.

The one word that I uttered, made gasps come from all areas of the room. "Dhaeraow. Traitor."

I grabbed her before she could run. Her eyes widened in fear, she tried to struggle, by I was a dragon, much stronger than a lynx. Breathing on her, I paralysed her, then made her sit in the chair.

"You should not accuse people so lightly," Leka said, coming closer.

Using my nose, I scented for the metal and plastic. Stomach. I heard her heart beat and breaths get faster and faster as fear and panic took over.

"What does her reaction tell you?" I asked him. "Smell her stomach and tell what you smell."

With a frown, he did. "Metal. Plastic."

"What does your instinct say?"

"That we should get rid of it."

"Mia Valishar,"–my king–"what do you smell?"

Zaos climbed off the bed and walked around until he was next to me, once there he looked at me with his silver eyes, the eyes of the dragon that saved me.

Scenting the air over the lynx, he turned back to me. "Since mia vabyr'ban, mia Valishara has pointed it out, I am able to scent it. Take the vain,"–cat–"to the Doctor so that he may remove it. Once we know what it is, we will then pass judgement. Erif, choose a sargtlin,"–warrior, guardsman–"to carry the vain and to guard the doctor if the vain has a trick up her sleeve."

"Vyr." –Sir. Erif, a golden haired, dark yellow eyed dragon replied. "Sunny. Take the vain to the Doctor."

"Aye, Ja'Aranthi."–Yes, Captain. Sunny replied as he moved to take the lynx into his arms.

"You are allowed to use your Sleeping Breath if the spell nos Valishara placed upon the vain finishes."

"Aye, Ja'Aranithi." Lynx in his arms, Sunny bowed as much as he could to Zaos, then me, then he left the room.

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