One Last Hope

Chapter 13

⭐“Things get harder before you level up. Know that.”⭐
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Once we reach the manor, Drogo parks the car near the huge fountain. The engine is still running when I step out.

I walk passed a confused Nicolae, who must be wondering what I'm doing with his brother. I hasten the pace when I hear Drogo behind me.

Drogo: "With pleasure, little thing! Look forward to the next time..."

I climb up the front steps a little too quickly and run into Peter, as I reach the top.

Nora: "Sorry!"

Peter: "Are you okay?"

Nora: "The day was full of twists and turns and didn't end very well!"

Peter: "What happened?"

Nora: "I found myself between Loan and Drogo!"

Peter: "Oh..."

Nora: "Yeah, like you say."

I enter the manor. Peter is still with me when I cross the big hall. I decide to go straight to my room.

We both go upstairs and, as we walk down a corridor, I start talking again. I need to get things off my chest.

Nora: "I thought Drogo was the most unbearable guy on Earth, I found worse!"

Peter: "Loan is a bag of muscles with no brain."

Nora: "And slightly scary."

Peter: "I think Drogo can easily beat him at."

Nora: "Oh, I don't doubt that!"

On this one, though, I should be grateful to Drogo...

Nevertheless, it doesn't give me the reason for his timely intervention.

I feel a lot of apprehension and tension with Drogo, it's true, but the gut fear I felt with Loan was different.

Nora: "That said, I don't really know why Drogo came to my rescue..."

Peter doesn't raise it. A priori it's an enigma for him too.

Peter: "The important thing is that you got home safely."

Nora: "I shouldn't have involved Drogo in my problems!"

Peter: "He'll get over it."

Without saying anything more, he walks away to his room, leaving me in front of mine.

I collapse on my bed and stare at the ceiling. It's gonna take some time to adapt to the university pace.

I only had three classes and yet I'm exhausted. But, in the end, I still enjoyed my day.

I didn't think of my parents once. This pain, which has never left me since they died, seems to have slightly diminished.

I now have a place to go to every day, some friends, some enemies... And Drogo.

I'd like it to clear up between us. I'm sure that if he stopped this detestable attitude for a moment, he'd be a great ally.

We'll see how things go in the coming days. I empty my bag and put my books on the empty shelf.

I hang my schedule on the wall near my desk.

I'm glad to see that I'm adapting to my new life. At one point, I was afraid it wouldn't work out.