Breaking Bonds (Book #2)

Trust Issues?

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The clicking of a door registered in my mind, but it wasn't enough to entirely pull me out of my slumber. Noises continued to interrupt my sleep, and finally, my eyes opened.

I slowly opened them, one at a time, and a large room came into view. No one was in here with me, though. Where was I? How did I get - then I remembered that I had gotten moved from the academy.

'Is this where he brought me?' I wondered.

The sudden sound of footsteps startled me, making me jump, a gasp escaping from my lips. I looked over to see him. He stood there against the frame of a door that led into another room I couldn't see the inside.

For some reason, I was uncomfortable with being alone in a random house with someone I barely knew. It felt a lot like the Garret incident. I hoped it was the exact opposite of that.

"How are you feeling?" he asked me. His voice was lower than what I remembered, reminding me of Mason's voice in the morning. What time was it anyway?

"Honestly? I feel drained."

He sighed but never took his eyes off of me. I watched as his crossed arms fell to his sides as he made his way over to my place on the couch. I instinctively moved as far away from his as I possibly could.

I kept my eyes on him, not breaking contact, and noticed a confused look grew on his face and his steps faltered. What could be making him confused?

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, not making anymore advancement towards me.

"Yeah,' I lied as I eyed him cautiously,"Are you okay?"

"I'm all right." He just stated, "May I sit?"

I looked at him for a moment longer than what I normally would before answering.

"I guess."

I pressed my lower back against the armrest of the couch and brought my knees up to my chest, allowing my chin to rest on top of them while my arms comfortably wrapped themselves around my legs.

"Where am I, and why am I here?" I asked, my voice slightly muffled caused by my mouth resting in between my knees.

I knew he said he was going to protect me from this 'guardian angel' poser, but a cabin in the middle of the woods? Really? I had had enough of being secluded with a person I didn't know because my impulsive personality thought it was a good idea at the time. Yay me.

He sighed and brought his hand up to the back of his head.

"A form of magic protects this cabin, you see, which blocks off the connection between Ilda and you."

"Ilda?"

"Your 'guardian angel'." He explained, his fingers making air quotations.

My mouth made an 'o' shape as I began to process everything.

So basically I made a deal with the devil, but not just any deal, a blood deal. She could probably take my soul without me permitting. And now the only way I can be safe is by hiding in the middle of nowhere, in a cabin protected by magic, with a complete stranger that shows up in my dreams.

Seems legit right? Nope, who am I kidding? I am going to die a slow and painful death, knowing my luck. Ugh... what's wrong with me?

He must've seen I was at war with myself because he cleared his throat as quietly as he could so as not to disturb me. Except, it pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, um... So, how are you going to help me?" I ask to break the awkward silence that has now fallen upon the entire cabin.

"Well, I know this guy," he started and then trailed off.

Oh great, because that phrase always leads somewhere good.

"Okay, well if he can help me, could we like, get going?"

He looked at me like I was stupid. Now don't get me wrong, you have to be pretty stupid to bond by blood with someone you don't know but never mind that.

"What?" I didn't see what the problem was? It seemed straightforward enough to me.

Find this guy and have him break the bond. If he is the first person this guy goes to when something is wrong, he must be pretty awesome, right? Better be.

"Well, it isn't entirely that simple."

"Why am I sensing there's a catch, and not just any catch, a big catch."

His hand came up to the back of his head and slightly scratched at the anxiety I could see in his eyes. My eyebrows turned up in a sassy, questionable manner and my arms found a comfortably crossed position across my chest.

When he opened his mouth and spoke, the words that flowed out made my blood boil.

"Really? You're telling me that to save my life, and break the bond; I have to give him something or promise something before I find out if he can even help me?"

"He usually knows what to do," he said quickly, trying to keep me calm. It, in fact, did the opposite.

"Usually knows? Usually?" My anger started to build bricks on top of one another inside me.

He could give me answers when my life wasn't consciously on the line, but now that I know I am teetering in between life and death at this very moment, the best answer he can give me is a guy that might be able to help me. And on top of that, I have to give him something precious without a guaranteed yes that I'll get help. Great.

"C-calm down!', he said frantically, "There is an excellent chance he'll help you."

"A good chance is still not good enough!' I threw my hands up in the air, 'I don't want to die. I also don't want to waste my time with a stranger that possibly won't help me."

I stood up and paced around the small room.

"I don't know what to do. I don't want to give up, but I don't want to waste precious time with someone I know not a thing about. I want answers, not guesses."

I stopped in mid-step and looked at him.

"I know this is pretty random, but what is your name?"

He looked up at me confused, and then his face slowly melted into the realization that I didn't know yet.

"Jet. My name is Jet." He replied somewhat shyly.

"Ahh. Kinda ironic with the color of your hair and all." A small smile formed from the frown my lips had held seconds ago.

I watched as his eyes crossed as they made their way up to look at the shaggy set of bangs that had galled in his face.

A smile grew across his lips, and he chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess so," he said.

"Well, we should get going. I want to see if this guy can help. Waiting is not my strong suit. Plus I want to get back to my life before all this happened."

He nodded and stood, leading me into a room that we would spend the next - what would feel like a lifetime - preparing for our trip.

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