Bloodlines (The New Order 2)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I stumbled awake with sweat dripping down my back and forehead, making my skin slick. My voice was hoarse as I woke up screaming and thrashing over the bed after seeing that awful dream. Cain's voice continued to drum in my ears and his face in my thoughts.

The door thrust open and Knox walked in, worry covering every inch of his face. I scrambled up straight on the bed as he rushed toward me.

"What happened?" He asked, leaning in and sitting on the bed. Hands reached forward, comforting me. "I heard you screaming from downstairs."

My mouth straightened into a thin line as I looked away from him. The dream flashed in my head once more and I took a quick inhale before clenching my hand around his, "Nothing. Just a bad dream."

"About?"

I couldn't tell him.

I wasn't sure how Knox was going to react if he knew his own brother was trying to reach me over these past few weeks and he managed to slip into my subconscious today—not to apologize or anything but instead ask for the only weapon that could kill his evil brother.

Knox already had a lot in his mind. He was shattered and confused over past few days, I didn't want to worry him anymore.

Shaking my head, I lied or at least tried to, "It was nothing. Just a bad dream. I don't even remember it." At the end, I let out a forced laugh, acting as if all was right in this world.

He glared at me, his pupils expanding as if he tried to reach into my thoughts and figure out whether I was lying or not. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Knox." I nodded and pushed the hair away from my face before dragging the comforter aside from my body.

No wonder I was drowsy. Cain had complete control over my subconscious as he had marked me. A part of my soul was his and a part of his soul was mine. He could tap into my head whenever he wanted and blocking him was becoming difficult.

Before I could move from the bed, Knox pulled my hand and kept me in position. "I wanted to apologize for—for today. I was a harsh, I shouldn't be, not with you at least. Please, forgive me." He sounded sincere, a bit too much.

I placed my hand over his face and let out a peal of laughter, "Did you just apologize to me, Knox? What's happening to you? Who has melted your iron heart?" I teased him, changing the atmosphere of the conversation.

"You," He grabbed my hand and whispered, "Take my apology and don't ever sleep when you're angry or sad with me. You'll see terrible dreams."

I agreed with him on that. I couldn't see another dream with Cain in it. I didn't want to see him no matter for whatever reason.

"I'll take your apology. And I'm sorry too, for eavesdropping."

"It's okay, Candice. It's not about me but about you. You're my precious, I wouldn't want anyone to take that away from me. As soon as I get everything under control here, you can do whatever you want to, without any restrictions." He explained to me, his words warmer than ever.

I lowered my gaze as blood rushed up to my cheeks. A few peaceful moments passed by before Cain's voice echoed in my ears once more. Only then I remebered a specific detail.

"Knox," I called his name, grabbing his attention. "Where is the sword?"

"In the basement." His eyes shifted to me and he became unsettled upon hearing my question.

I ran my tongue over my lips. A shiver crawled down my spine. "Don't you think we should move it elsewhere?" I asked, my voice full of hesitation. The thought of it hadn't run my mind until now, until Cain appeared in my dreams and demanded for me to bring the sword to him.