Dream of Us ✔️

chapter eight

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Denali's POV.

"Are you okay?" I ask her.

"I'm fine," she replies and waves me off with her hand. "But I need to talk to you, Denali."

I tense up as she uses my real name. She knows who I am and that is dangerous. She could be working for King Inteus.

"I'm sorry, I think you have me confused with someone else. My name is Adrian."

She shakes her head, her lips pressed firmly together. I try and work out who this woman is, if I recognise her. Ten years is a long time, I have forgotten many faces.

"No, it is not." She gives me a sad smile. "You don't remember me, do you? Why would you? I was Dyani's friend, not yours."

Dyani?

"You know my mate?"

"Yeah, I do," she tells me, looking down at the ground. "We were friends since nursery. I was there when it happened...when her memory was erased." She looks up at me, her face filled with empathetic hurt and determination. "I want to help you."

I consider it for only a moment before agreeing. "We need to talk about this properly. What time do you finish?"

"12, I'm on the half-shift today because I need to pick my friend's kid up from nursery...I'm her childminder on Tuesdays."

"That's fine. Can I meet you at the restaurant at 12?"

She shakes her head quickly. "No, I don't want anyone seeing us together, they'll ask questions. Can we meet on this road here?"

She points to one of the lanes breaking off from this main road. I memorise the name of it; Laker Road.

"Okay. Laker Road, twelve o'clock."

She nods. "Okay. Good. See you then."

She rushes back to the restaurant and I watch her go. I cannot remember her from my past, but if she can help me get my mates back, I have to jump at this chance.

I'm conflicted as I take the bus back to my flat. I'm thankful that I've met Dyani's friend, although I forgot to get her name. She is a link to my past and can help me navigate this crazy world I've dropped into, a world where my mate doesn't recognise me and is dating another man.

My hands curl into fists. I feel like my blood is boiling, I'm so hot with anger at the thought of that pathetic human touching my mate. The fates were harsh enough to take me from her for a decade, it is a step too far to give her another lover.

Does he kiss the way I used to? Does she dream of him? Picture their future together? Want to have children with him?

The questions flood through my mind, driving me crazy. I stomp off the bus when it finally reaches my stop, startling the queue of people waiting to get on.

The sooner I can meet up with Dyani's friend, the better. I need to get this sorted, I cannot live knowing that someone who is not her mate is touching her, kissing her, holding her.

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Third Person's POV.

"Give me an update," the king demands the guard who quakes in their shoes before the irritable monarch.

"He was seen travelling on a train in Ryton but we lost him at the airport, we don't know what alias he is using," the guard says nervously. He notices the anger flashing across the king's face and adds, "Yet. But we will, your highness. I have all my best warrior's looking into it. There were only a limited number of flights that day, we'll be able to track him down."