XIII, Death

 

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Sand coats my mouth and I taste blood in the grainy mix. This fight is not over until I say so. With a snarl I dash sand into my opponent’s eyes, blinding him. He lets out a groan of frustration and I smile only slightly at my triumph. Then in one swift motion I slam my palm onto his chest and sweep his legs out from underneath him. He hits the ground with a loud thump and I jump onto him, pinning him down with a knee to the throat.

“Game over,” I whisper in his ear.

“Victory to Eir Thackery,” Our trainer says, his voice booming out over the training grounds.

I climb up off my opponent, brushing a stray strand of sandy brown hair from my eyes. He has a look of irritation on his face and I simply smile at him. It’s just training after all.

“Here,” I say, offering my hand and he begrudgingly takes it.

Sand covers his face and his dark hair is all dishevelled but he smiles at me anyway and I know that there are no hard feelings, even if losing to me sucks. The clock face in his left eye catches my attention as it always does, the white hands against an ebony background, a striking contrast to his green right eye. Mine on the other hand is the exact opposite with a pearlescent background and old Victorian black hands.

“You’re pretty tough for a girl Eir, but someday I will beat you,” he says jokingly, giving me a small punch in the shoulder.

“In your dreams Dax,” I quip whilst retying my long ponytail.

He just shrugs his shoulders and gives me another lopsided smile before sauntering off to his group of friends. They all glare at me slightly and I can see that they’re taking the defeat worse than Dax. I glare back at them and sneer before turning around and heading to the showers. Our fight was the last fight of the day so now I can just go home.

I wipe a hand across my face and it comes away red from where my lip split when Dax hit me. It burns slightly and I know I need to wash out the sand. When I reach the change rooms I immediately jump into a shower and let the warm water wash over my body. Bruises are already forming all over my body, a stark disparity to my fair skin.

“Dammit, now there are bruises on top of my bruises,” I say despairingly and lean my head against the tiles. The water is stained slightly pink from by blood and I wait until it runs clear again before I switch off the shower.

I wrap the towel around my torso and stretch as I walk out the shower, suddenly completely exhausted. I catch my reflection in the mirror and wince slightly, the muscles in my arms and shoulders bulge slightly emphasising the clean cut lines and how totally unfeminine I am. The rest of my body looks like this as well, there is virtually no fat on my body which is good except it makes me look like a plank. This applies to my breasts as well, they’re practically non-existent.

I sigh and silently scold myself. I am happy with the way I am, there is nothing wrong with the way I look except for what my face looks like right now. I scamper over to the mirror and inspect my face. My left cheek is purple and blue, and my bottom lip is all puffy making my already full lips look enormous. I run my fingers through my wet hair and groan. My face is usually quite pretty as it has that petite doll look but most of the time it’s so banged up everything is just unidentifiable.

I push away from the mirror and stalk towards my bag, muttering a few curses under my breath. I am only really berating myself because this is no one’s fault but my own. I slip into my underwear and then pull on a loose sweater and some jeans. I pull my hair back into a ponytail and clip back my fringe; I don’t know why I got a fringe since it causes me more hassle than it’s worth but I suppose sometimes it looks pretty.

“Cheers Eir,” – Alice calls from behind me – “well done today.”

“Thanks Ali, see you tomorrow,” I say and wave at her.

I leave the change rooms, slinging my bag over my shoulder, and take a deep breath of the fresh air.

Our school is what one could call ‘unique’. Basically it’s a rich kids school with computers in every single classroom and beautiful old Victorian courtyards. It’s also the training grounds for the city’s future military force. Shatter Dome Academy is only for the strong willed and the tough, it doesn’t breed politicians it breeds military dogs and if someone can’t handle the training regime then they’re out. Sadly that’s also one of the reasons why the number of females in the school is so few since we lack the necessary brute strength but there are a few like Ali and I who managed to bypass that weakness. My advantage is my speed and size but they can also be disadvantages so I’m constantly training to make sure they stay advantages.

I make my way down the open corridor and out into the open courtyard that makes up the entrance to the school. I’m immediately hit by a blast of frigid air and wrap my arms around myself. Blue sky stares at me from across the paved ground and I can’t help but smile. My city is also special but just a bit more so than my school. You see Dinas Aer floats approximately 8 km above the surface of the Earth.

I walk towards the railing the separates the road from a solid drop into nothing. The wind whips through my wet hair, sending droplets of water splattering across my bare shoulders. I stare down into the fluffy white mass of clouds below me and smile. This is my favourite part of the day.

“Day dreaming again Eir,” a voice says from behind me.

I stiffen at the hostility behind the words and know that it’s one of the guys who death stared me after I beat Dax. I turn around slowly, making sure to keep my face neutral.

“Marco how nice to see you,” I say mildly.

“Don’t be such a bitch Eir. This stuck up attitude of yours is really starting to bug me,” he says, all the while grinning like a little boy who just ate his favourite candy.

“Piss off,” I snarl and begin to walk away.

He shouts a couple of nasty names after me but I pay them no heed. He can go screw himself for all I care. I’m still fuming by the time I reach the Air Rail and give the ticket lady a dirty look when she takes too long to print my ticket. The competitiveness at Shatter Dome is unbelievable not to mention the egos of most of the guys there. I slump down into my seat and plug in my earphones, setting the volume on the loudest I can handle.

Just as the train is about to depart a girl of about sixteen climbs aboard and sits down across from me. I simply stare at her for a few seconds unsure of what to do, she has long black hair that is braided intricately a top her head with white pearls interwoven in the mass. Gold tattoos cover her bare shoulders and she is wearing a white kimono styled dress with bronze trimming and more pearls. A gold band runs around her head with a single green stone in the centre which matches the vivid shade of her eyes. She looks like something out of the fairy tales my mother used to tell me when I was little. The strangest thing of all about her is that both her eyes are normal, her left eye isn’t a clock. She notices me staring and frowns at me like I’m something she scraped off her shoe. This snaps me out of my awed moment and I sneer back at her, holding back a wince from my cut lip.

I don’t look at her from that moment on, instead focusing on how interesting the song is I’m listening to. There aren’t any other passengers on the train so I’m stuck with the weird girl whom I can’t wait to forget about. But just my luck the girl waves a dainty hand at me, trying to get my attention. I sigh and pull out my earphones.

“What?” I ask, in no mood for pleasantries.

“What is your name civilian?” she says haughtily.

I almost laugh at her language use. No one speaks like that, out of all the people I’ve met.

“Eir Thackery,” – I say feeling the need to add my surname almost out of respect for this stuck up girl – “and yours?”

“My name is Eve. How old are you Eir Thackery? You seem far too young to have fought in a battle,” she says my name hesitantly, like she’s testing the word on her tongue.

“I’m seventeen and no I’m not too young. That’s what my school allows and I’m ok with it.”

She frowns slightly, her impeccably sculpted eyebrows making the perfect V-shape. I can see she is pondering something and don’t wish to interrupt her but the questions comes bursting out.

“Why is your left eye not a clock?”

She looks puzzled for a moment and then smiles slightly.

“Ah I do not look the same as you so your curiosity is expected. If you are referring to the Life Clock that every human possesses, that will eventually alert the person to their imminent death, then I do not have one because I created them,” she says sweetly like she hasn’t just said the craziest thing in the world.

I gape at her, unsure of what to think or if to even believe her. Every child is born with a Life Clock and its function is to remain dormant until 10 days before that person dies, which is when it begins its countdown. No one knows exactly how it works or how it came to be but people just accept it and move on.

“You’re messing with me right? This is all a joke,” I say and try to sink further into my seat in an effort to get away from this crazy girl.

“It is understandable that you do not believe me but I assure you this is no joke,” she says in all seriousness.

Irritation boils up in my chest at this nonsense that she insists on sprouting. I don’t give a damn if she thinks she’s the queen of mars, all I want is for her to go away.

“Please do not be alarmed I mean you no har—,” she cuts herself off mid-sentence and her pretty green eyes go wide with terror.

“They are here,” she whispers and lowers her head.

I’m about to ask who she’s talking about when the train jerks to a halt and I’m thrown from my seat.

“What the fu―,” I exclaim but Eve grabs my face, silencing me.

“You must protect me Eir Thackery. These people wish to harm your race through me, you must not let them. I will give you power and with it you must help me right the wrongs of those who rule,” she says urgently, her eyes blazing green.

I’m not given a choice in the matter before she places her lips on mine and lets out a breath. My body goes numb and then extremely cold. My vision blacks out and I can’t even scream out for help. My heart squeezes and then beats for the last time leaving me empty. That crazy bitch killed me, my mind exclaims and anger flares up inside me, red and hot. Pain surges through me and I forget my anger. The pain is an ache that I feel right, deep inside my bones and my heart sputters to life again, beating fast. My eyes snap open and the brightness, from the sunlight through the glass windows of the train, burns my eyes. Sounds assault my ears and I crawl up onto my hands and knees. Someone is screaming my name but I can’t focus. I shake my head and see a flash of white out the corner of my eye. The screaming becomes clearer and I still at the words.

“Eir Thackery, fulfil your contract and protect me!” Eve screams.

My eyes focus and I see that she is being dragged away by two large men in pristine white suits. Her hair has come loose from some of the plaits and her dress hangs lopsidedly on her body but her face has a look of determination. Something inside of me triggers and I now wish to follow her wish.

My whole body springs to life and I rush towards the first man, smashing my fist into his groin and then slamming my palm into his chin, knocking him out cold. That’s one down but the element of surprise is no longer available and the other man is aware of my presence. He backhands me across the face and then knees me in the gut. I spit out blood, my lip cut having reopened. I kick out my leg, breaking his knee and his screams fill the coach. I then jam my elbow into the back of his head and he too drops to the floor, unconscious.

Running on adrenaline, I grab Eve’s hand and my stuff then bolt towards the front of the train. I crash through the door only to see the conductor out cold on the control board. There is no way to get off the train without dropping to our deaths. I have to think fast but I’ve never driven a train before so I have no idea how to get out of here.

I search around frantically and soon find the acceleration button. I punch it and the train begins to move again. I let out a breath of relief and then collapse onto the floor, exhaustion taking over.

“What did you do to me?” I ask accusingly, my breathing coming fast and ragged.

“I performed what is called an overload. It is when I force your Life Clock to begin its countdown and then speed it up so that it kills you immediately. Technically you were dead but you are not any longer. By performing the overload I opened your spirit up to the Shadows which is the world where every dead spirit must pass through before they find peace. You are now what is known as a Tarot Binder which is a person who has been to the Shadows and come back,” she is about to continue but I hold up a hand silencing her.

I need time to process this. It is rather believable as I know I died but this whole thing of the Shadows and Tarot Binder is a bit much. Eve stares at me patiently as I sit there, thinking all of this through and wondering when the panic will begin.

“Don’t say anymore. Not yet,” I say pointedly and get up to check how close we are to our destination.

That’s when I realise I have no idea how to stop the train. I search frantically over the control panel, looking for some sort of big red button that says stop but there is nothing.

“Shit,” – I say angrily – “we’ll have to jump off.”

I fasten my back pack securely over my shoulders and then grab Eve’s hand again and make my way towards the closest door. Luckily all the trains have and emergency open button by the doors, when the emergency stop button is, is beyond me.

“Hold onto that bar and get ready to jump on my count.”

Eve grabs the silver handle, her face white with fear and I punch the open button. Wind whips at our hair and I can see the platform coming closer. There are people standing there, probably coming home from work. Boy, are they going to be surprised by this.

“Ready!” – I scream over the howling wind and Eve nods – “ok. One, two, three!”

We both jump and crash onto the hard concrete of the platform, slamming through people and skidding a couple of metres. My arm burns and Eve lets out a cry of pain but I know we’re alive. We come to a stop and I immediately scrambled over to her. There is a gash on her forehead and her shoulder is scraped raw from the ground. I’m sure I look the same but we’re ok.

People are staring at us, no one making a move to help or lend a hand. We need to get out of here, this much attention will be dangerous. I grab my bag off the floor and drag Eve to the closest bathroom and bolt into the first empty stall. They’ll have seen our faces and Eve’s dress is not what one would call inconspicuous. As soon as we’re inside I use the nearby cleaning tools to barricade the door.

I dump my backpack onto the toilet and began digging out my gym clothes from earlier.

“Here, put these on,” I say, tossing clothes in her direction.

She looks down at the clothes with a look of distaste but I glare at her menacingly and she quickly complies. I drag out my school issue hoodie and shuck it on, gritting my teeth when it brushes over my grazed arm. I flip up the hood and turn to see how Eve is doing. She has my t-shirt on back to front but other than that she is fine. She hands over her dress and I get to work on removing all the pins and pearls from her hair. When it hangs loose I see that it reaches all the way down to the backs of her knees. I curse at this because no one has hair that long. I pull the elastic from my hair and pull her hair up in the messy bun. Lastly, I grab the cap from my back pack and place it on her head in order to hide the gash on her forehead.

“I need to clean the blood off your face so hold still,” I say as I get a paper towel and wet it in the basin.

People are already banging on the door, obviously having gotten over their initial astonishment and now feeling all “Good Samaritan” like. I quickly clean Eve’s face and then clean up our mess. I drag her over to the door and we flatten ourselves against the wall where if someone opens the door they won’t see us. I don’t even ask her if she’s ready before moving the blockade and a dozen people storm into the room. I slip into the crowd, Eve’s hand clutched tightly in mine as not to lose her. I’d deal with all her shit later but all I want right now is to go home and take a painkiller.

The crowd doesn’t notice us amongst them, since they’re too busy looking for a girl in a white dress. We slip out the bathroom silently and leave the train station with our blood staining its platform.

 

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My pace is urgent as we walk along the sidewalk, making sure to keep our heads down and our wounds covered. My house is not too far from the train station and most people in my district are too rich to care about people around them. The blue sky taunts me with how happy and bright it looks. I wish it matched my mood, dark, stormy and murderous. This Eve chick has some major explaining to do when I got home. I want to know what she did to me and what is going to happen now. I need help with this situation and as much as it pains me to admit it, I can’t do this alone. I fish my cell-phone out from my pocket and dial the first person I can think of, Dax. He picks up on the first ring.

Sup,” he says cheerily.

“Dax I need your help big time. Meet me at my house as soon as possible please,” I say and some of my exhaustion seeps into my voice.

“Sure Eir, I’ll see you in ten,” worry stains his voice and I feel bad after he hangs up.

I don’t want him to worry and if the situation had been any different I wouldn’t have called him but this was just too big plus I needed someone I trusted. My mom is useless on that front since she is never around, always away on business trips to other cities.

I turn into our street and almost cry for joy when I see our old Victorian house. The grey brick face that always looked so dull to me before practically screams home now. I jog slash limp to the front door and pull the keys from my bag, rejoicing at the click the lock makes.

I breath in the musty scent of my home and breathe a sigh of relief. I can now think in piece with no crazy speak and runaway trains. I turn to Eve and see she is gazing at my house in awe, her face looking younger than when I first saw her.

“Right let’s get you cleaned up and wait for Dax to come, then we can sort out this whole mess,” I say and lead her to the bathroom.

She sits on the edge of the bath as I clean and dress her wounds. Technically the gash on her forehead should get stitches but I don’t want to risk taking her to a hospital so she’ll just have to be happy with multiple plasters. Once that’s all done I take her to my room and sit her down on my bed.

“Don’t move and don’t say a word, not until Dax gets here,” I say and give her my best parental scolding look.

I then close the door and sit down on the floor with my back against it. I lean my head back and close my eyes, exhaustion threatening to drag me under. At last my doorbell rings and I give Eve one more scathing look before bolting down the stairs and opening the door.

“You look like crap,” he says and I just nod my head, motioning for him to come in.

“My problem is upstairs,” I say dryly and lead him up our grand staircase.

Dax’s reaction to Eve is expected. He stares at her for a few seconds, drags me out the room and freaks out.

“Who the hell is she? Why is she all banged up? Where is her Life Clock?” he asks frantically and I rub my temples in frustration.

“Her name is Eve, we were attacked and jumped off a train and I have no idea,” I answer, ticking off the questions on my hand.

“Dammit Eir I need the full story from you and then we need to get some answers from her.”

We went back inside the room and I told him the whole story, about how I died, what she told me I’d become and what she said she was. Dax is silent through the whole thing, standing quietly by the door, his brow furrowed in concentration. At last I stop and stare at him expectantly. Eventually he says something.

“So this Tarot Binder what is it exactly?” he asks, looking at Eve.

I nod at her, signalling she may speak and she begins her explanation.

“A Tarot Binder is a person whose spirit has left and returned to their body. This then enables them to bind with one of the 22 Major Arcana of the Tarot deck. Eir has not yet bonded with one of them so she has not received any benefits from the card. You will also see that her Life Clock ticks, this does not mean she will die it simply shows that she has gone beyond the confines of its barriers,” Eve says and I frown in disbelief.

“This is complete nonsense. You should be locked up in a loony bin with all the other screw ups,” I snarl accusingly.

“Eir calm down, perhaps what she is saying is true,” Dax says reaching out a hand towards me.

I jerk away from his touch and glare at him.

“Don’t you dare take her side! She killed me and then did some woo woo shit and somehow I’m still alive but that’s where it ends. All this talk about shadow worlds and Tarot cards is too much!” I scream and clutch my head in an effort to get rid of everything that happened today.

Then I collapse to the floor, dazed and disorientated. Dax rushes to my side and clutches at my shoulders. I scream bloody murder as pain flares down my arm and across my chest, tears streaming from my eyes. Dax slowly unzips my hoodie and peels it away revealing my bloody, shredded shoulder. I hear his intake of breath and hang limply in his arms as he carries me towards the bathroom. He sits me on the edge of the bath just as I did for Eve and I slump against him, mumbling strange things about fairies and nonsense. He places a cloth with disinfectant on the wound and I grip his shoulder so tightly it feels like I’ve ripped the shirt. It feels like an eternity before he’s finished and taping gauze over it. I slump against him, my body burnt out.

“Thanks,” I whisper in his ear and he stiffens.

“Eir…” he chokes out but I’m already pushing away from him and beginning to stand.

I look at his eyes and there is a pained look, as if I’ve just done something torturous but it’s gone in an instant and he gives me his customary lopsided smile.

“No more jumping off of trains,” he says and places and arm around me to help me walk.

Eve pokes her head around the door, a slightly bored look on her face.

“You are well again?” she asks and I wish I could punch her pretty little face in.

“Yeah no thanks to you,” I spit out.

“Good because you need to bind with a Tarot card otherwise millions of unhappy spirits will bombard your consciousness in order to possess your body and have a second chance at life,” she says and scampers away.

She returns with a deck of cards in her hands and I stifle a groan. She’s still going on about this, clearly me screaming at her wasn’t phasing.

“Pick one Eir and it will be your protector and weapon until the day you die,” she says solemnly and holds out the deck, face down, towards me.

“What are the grey cards?” I ask in an effort to stall time and find a way out of this crazy situation.

“They are the cards already bonded to other people, namely the ten Sages who rule this city. So you only have ten to bond with. It will be interesting which card picks you,” she says with a dark tone.

I sigh and decide to play along so I can appease her and then we can get rid of this crazy girl. I reach out towards the deck and pick the card closest to my hand. I suppose a small part of me was hoping for some divine sign that showed me which card to take which would make all of this far more believable. 

. I turn the card and look at the symbol, my body going cold.

“Which card has chosen you Eir Thackery, who will be your divine protector?” Eve says excitedly.

I read the number and the name in a monotone.

“Number thirteen, Death.”

As soon as I’ve read the name the card disappears and gold lines begin to glow through my shirt from my chest.

“What’s happening?” I exclaim and pull down the front of my shirt to reveal an intricately patterned skull with a scythe curling round it.

“It’s on your back as well,” Dax says and turns me round so my back is facing the mirror.

Without thinking I pull off my shirt and stand there in my bra, staring at a golden tattoo of a pair of skeletal wings. I clench my teeth and stare at the spectacle, panicking slightly.

“These are your marks and allow for you to access the gifts the cards have given you. Each gift is unique to each person so no one else through the centuries will have these same gifts but knowing your gifts is the hard part. That’s where I come in. I am bonded with the wheel of fortune card which enables me to know the gifts of all the Tarot Binders but I cannot tell you other Binders’ gifts, only your own. Let me show you what your gifts are,” Eve says and she reaches towards my chest, her hand passing right through the tattoo into somewhere inside me.

I stand there, utterly shell shocked as she removes a long, silver scythe and places it in my hands. I stare at the intricately designed weapon and drop it to the floor where is smashes into a million gold pieces that vanish.

“You’re second gift is this,” she says walking round and placing a delicate hand on my back.

The room seems to flash and silver light pours from my back, forming a 3D version of the tattoo.

“Those wings of yours work as conduits to the life energy of the world. They enable you to absorb it but remember you must return it otherwise you throw the world out of balance and risk the lives of everyone,” Eve says darkly and there is a dark look on her face.

I turn to Dax and see that his face is white. I try to meet his eyes but he refuses to look at me.

 “This is deeply disturbing though,” – Eve says and crosses her arms – “the Death card is a very unfortunate card to bind with. There is a darkness and a lust for power that comes with its gifts and it only chooses people which it thinks has the strength of character to withstand it. But Death is not omnipotent and has chosen weak humans in the past. You refer to them as dictators.”

“What?” I whisper and wrap my arms around myself.
This can’t be happening. I don’t want it to happen. I just want to go back to the way everything was when all I had to worry about was school and trying not to get more bruises.

“We shall have to watch her,” Eve says and gives Dax a look.

“Shut up!” – I snap at her – “just stop talking. You’re crazy and now I’m crazy and none of this is happening!”

Dax grabs my hands and looks me straight in the eyes, his face close to mine. Tears begin to well up in my eyes and stream down my face. I start to hiccup and then I’m full out crying. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tightly to his chest as I sob. I just don’t want to accept the fact that my world of normal has been turned upside down.

I stay like that in his arms for a while until I’ve calmed down to a point where I’m not a snivelling mess. I pull away from his and wipe at my eyes, which are probably puffy and red. I take in one deep breath to regain my composure and then turn to face Eve.

“Right I still think you’re crazy but it does seem that most of what you’re saying is true. If so then that means that these people that are after you will come looking for us now that you’ve dragged me into your own problems. So we can’t stay here, they’ll have seen my face on the cameras on the train and at the station and have tracked down where my house is,” I say, full on military mode.

I can leave the rest of my break down for a time when we’re safe and I can think without worrying about being attacked again.

I stride out the bathroom and begin packing clothes into a duffel bag. There’s a good chance that I won’t be coming back here again and my heart gives a little squeeze. It’s a good thing my mom isn’t here and wasn’t dragged into all this crap with me. It’s bad enough that Dax is practically involved but I didn’t know things would get this weird when I called him.

I grab a clean shirt from my cupboard and pull it on, mindful of my shoulder and then sling the duffel bag across my back. I pick out some old clothes and carry them back with me to the bathroom where I chuck them at Eve’s face.

“Put these on,” I command and then start stuffing toiletries into the bag.

“Eir, do you even know where you’re going?” Dax asks and crosses his arms across his chest, raising one eyebrow at me.

I pause in my packing as I realise that I truly have no idea, I just know that we have to leave.

“You don’t know do you,” – he says, shaking his head –“you’re coming to my place and that’s final. Don’t even think about protesting. You brought me into this and I don’t plan on backing out now.”

I stare at him and see the determination in his eyes and know that there’s nothing I can say that will change his mind.

“Fine, but what about your mom and dad?” I ask.

“They away on business trips. Common characteristic of the rich and privileged,” he says bitterly and I know exactly how he feels.

I turn to look at Eve and see she’s still holding the pile of clothes I tossed at her.

“Put the clothes on dammit,” I snarl.

“I need you to leave the room first,” she says haughtily and I want to back hand her so badly.

“You didn’t have a problem when we were at the train station,” I say, frustrated.

“There was not a man in that cubicle,” – she snaps and gives Dax a slightly dirty look – “I also cannot believe you’d remove your shirt in his presence.”

“Ugh whatever princess, we’re leaving,” I grab Dax’s arm and stalk out the bathroom, fuming.

This girl knows exactly how to piss me off so badly it’s ridiculous.

“Is it just me or do you feel like slapping her,” – Dax says looking back at the closed bathroom door – “I mean she’s pretty but with a personality like that I don’t blame anyone wanting to kill her.”

“I agree with you. No matter how pretty you are if you’re rotten inside it shows on the outside,” I say but his words bug me slightly and I don’t know why.

“Any way what did you come here on?” I ask.

“Motorcycle. Didn’t think to bring the car,” he says shrugging.

He seems too relaxed after what just happened but then again he might think the same of me. Little does he know there’s a hurricane of emotions whirling inside of me that are trying to burst free of the box I put them in. Right now I need to use my brain, emotions can come later.

“I have my bike in the garage so the question is who is going to take princess there?” I say jabbing a finger at the door.

“I can take her, she might be safer with me since I don’t trust your driving skills,” he jokes and I slap him lightly on the arm.

“Smart-ass. Fine you take her and I’ll take my stuff,” I say patting my duffel bag like it’s a pet.

Eve emerges from the bathroom all kitted out in the clothes I gave her. She quickly disappears into my room and reappears carrying my school backpack which has her dress inside it. I sigh and don’t object as she hands it to Dax, obviously insisting that we take it. Dax looks at me, confused, and I just shake my head and mouth, just go with it.

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