Agent Ez

Chapter 35 - When making lemonade ...

Kyle wastes no time smacking my head into the wall behind me resulting in immediate dizziness. I hear him cursing me but can’t make out specific words. My vision blurs and the pounding in my head becomes that much louder.

I drifted in and out of consciousness, aware but unaware. Something happened all I know is that there’s someone is here. There are swears and more loud noises. A fight. Hushed whispers and solemn voices, at one point I was being carried. Up some stairs which did nothing to help the nausea and dizziness. This felt like sea-sickness on land and yet I’ve never been sea sick.

Whoever carried me didn’t seem to care, didn’t even seem to notice that I was half here and half not. I heard random things all through out but was unable to make sense of anything. I was thrown onto a bed and allowed myself to get as comfortable as possible despite not knowing where I was.

This was not my priority, my priority is to get better and soon.

Then the real damage control can begin.

*

I awake to the shuffling of footsteps, which sound like they’re getting closer. I hear the creak of the door opening and snap my eyes shut, pretending to still be sleep.

“She’s still asleep,” Drake states.

“The master said not to wake her, she must be well rested for the ceremony. We have time.” A mystery voice that sounds vaguely familiar says.

“How’s he faring?”

“As well as can be, but the loss has shaken him, that much is evident.”

“The planning of the ceremony will help, no doubt.”

“Certainly.”

“Let her sleep, I’ll come back to check on her later.”

They leave the room and I have so many more unanswered questions buzzing around in my head.

What ceremony where they talking about, could it be the wedding? Or some weird pre-wedding ritual they had, that made more sense why else would I need my energy?

Surely I hadn’t slept all that long? Unless they decided to push the wedding forward. Bile rose in my throat just thinking of the possibility of being forced into the role of Mrs Drake Pasquali. I couldn’t be sick, I had to concentrate, I would get out of here.

I would.

The only reason I could guess at why the wedding had been pushed forward would be the ‘loss’ they mentioned. Would that be the loss of his son, Kyle? That didn’t really make sense from what Kyle told me Ralph only likes Drake why then would he be so sad?

I shifted on the bed, slowly opening my eyes only to be greeted by glaring light that brought the onset of a headache. Thanks Drake.  Closing my eyes again I lightly massage my temple, trying not to over do it. The last thing I needed was to burn out even before I’d started.