The Darkest One

The Darkest One Ch.23 The Forgotten Ones (Edited)

Chapter 23 The Forgotten Ones

“You haven’t told her how he died correct?”

“Of course not.”

“Still we have to be more careful with her.”

“I won’t let her out of my sight.”

“You better not…”

“Sir? If I may ask, but why?”

“If what you say is true, she is much stronger than I thought.”

“I don’t understand.”

“She is so easily swayed, that is true, but her morals are not. I fear if she is allowed to think clearly again she will leave next time. The closer she is, the more pronounced the hound is..”

“I won’t let that happen.”

“It will cost you your life if you do.”

Since the top floor of the warehouse was mostly office space, Damien and I had been sleeping on the floor of separate offices. I choose the one with the largest windows so I could gaze up at the stars when the city permitted it. Damien had an office somewhere in the middle. I never bothered to ask.

I laid staring out of the window thinking over the conversation I just overheard. My mind wouldn’t focus and the longer I tried to force it, the more I forgot what I was trying to do. Sighing, I gave up. Truly, I didn’t care. Why should I sit here and try to debunk conversations I didn’t care about?

I sat up with a groan and stretched. My back ached, still not fully recovered from the incident in the woods. Stifling another groan I pushed myself to my feet. Sleeping on the floor was most definitely not helping the bruises dotted around my back.

A few seconds later Damien barged into my office. I stared at him coolly. It wasn’t fair; I was covered in bruises and still trying to recover from our fight and he was moving with the grace of a swan. I doubted he even had a bruise!

He flung something at me and when I caught it I realized it was my jacket. “Put that on. We’ve got somewhere to be.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll find out when we get there.”

“No need to be so cryptic.”

“Just put on your jacket.”

“Can’t there’s not slits in this jacket; I expect you want me to fly there?”

“Give me the damn jacket.”

We were flying to the cabin. We weren’t there yet but I could recognize the area wearing a blindfold. It held so many memories, most of the good but all the bad ones came rushing to the forefront.

I shook them of, feeling a little guilty, before I had to focus entirely on flying. The weather was rough, making it harder than usual to fly. When the cabin finally came into view Damien glided to a stop onto of the roof. I on the other hand tumbled onto the roof. The only thing stopping me from going over the side was Damien’s strong grip on my arm.

I didn’t know how he did it. It just wasn’t fair.

“Why are here?” I asked him over the wind, “Here of all places?”

“We’re going to find them.”

I didn’t take a genius to figure out who them was.  Liam, Roger, Calvin, and Bob. I hadn’t thought about them for ages and I doubt they’ve given me much thought either. I really doubted that they were even still here. It had been months since that day; chances are some other town hired them.