Page 58 of Soulmateless
Another vision to turn? But… why? I saved Amias already. What more needs to be done in my dreamscreecher form? Especially now?
As if to answer, there's pitter patters, starting off loud and getting softer in the direction of the door. There's no one there but the noise is.
My eyes follow the sound. What kind of plan does Godusa have in store for me? Does she still want to kill me or… what's the deal?
I push myself off of the bed and stare down the door, as if Godusa would appear but there's only the door, the way I left it.
I sigh. I guess we'll see.
Chapter 22
Amias
Nothing.
I still got nothing…
Under the dim light of the orphanage’s library, I flip through pages of a book as the kids eat their dinner. I have a little bit of time to research until I need to help out again so I took the opportunity.
Each book is full of accusations about dreamscreecher I've heard time and time again, only now they're coupled with vague studies and single incidents of their attacks. It doesn't explain how we know all dreamscreechers are evil.
My gaze wanders to the bookshelves that surround me, and I almost want to lay my head against the cold wooden table beneath me in boredom. It's the twentieth book I've read about dreamscreechers with no concrete evidence. I had figured that after all the books and articles I've read through, that I would at least findsomething.
My beliefs on dreamscreechers are already starting to dwindle. If there's no evidence, then why do we believe all dreamscreechers are evil? Maybe Clara was right. As divine as Grandmother is, she isn't exempt from misunderstandings. Maybe the stories about the dreamscreechers attacking us all those centuries ago were laced with misinformation. Or maybe my reality is being poisoned by even considering the possibility.
But it doesn't seem like we understand the truth, and if we don't, we need to.
“I've never seen you look so intensely at a book before.”
I nearly jump out of my skin when I swing my head over my shoulder. Brown eyes and a cheeky smile greet me. I groan once I register it's my old friend. “Glaide…”
“What? I just wanna take a look.” He cocks his head sideways. His silver necklace, paired to stand out against his black tank top, nearly falls in front of my face as he leans closer. “Dreamscreechers?”
“Yeah. Just figured I'd research since I'm a prince, you know?” I shrug before continuing to read. I couldn't really tell him the truth. He’d think I'm insane.
“Are you sure the dreamscreecher lovers aren't getting to you?” He snickers.
Blood drains from my cheeks. “No…” I titter. “I'm not that stupid…”
Glaide's smirk twists into a scowl. “Why is your foot tapping?”
I force my foot down and keep smiling. “Not because I'm doing what you said.”
“What have they said this time?”
“Nothing!”
“You're questioning things you shouldn't.” He pulls up a wooden chair beside me. “Tell me what's up.”
“I told you I'm not.”
“Bullshit. You suck ass when it comes to lying.” He wrinkles his nose. “We're friends. It's not like I'm gonna cleanse you.”
I force my foot still after noticing it tapping again. Can I really trust Glaide with this? It's not like he’ll believe me.
Glaide raises his brows before I let out a defeated sigh. He’s my best friend. He's been with me through thetough moments, like when I had troubles in school, with Grandmother… with my brother… with the rumors. “Okay. I'll tell you, but promise me you’ll actually think about what I'm saying.”
He nods curtly. “Try me.”
