Out of the Lamp

Chapter 24: Confused

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I gasp upon waking up and inhale deeply. Drinking in the air with sweet relief as if I've just been resurrected. Feeling the oxygen reaching through to my sleepy limbs and bringing them back to life.

My hands reach out subconsciously to the cold spots within the bedsheets. Savouring the cool touch. The vastness of the bed is unfamiliar, and my eyes snap open. This isn't my bed. The masculine scent attached to the sheets don't calm my nerves in the slightest. Where the hell am I?

I bolt upright and whip my head around, left, right. My eyes adjust to the dimness of the room. The large white expanse somehow familiar and not. It was Daemon's lair. Back in Iceland. Great.

I try moving my hands and a stinging sensation shoots up my arms and down my spine. Making me hiss in pain. Rolling my shoulders back, I can feel the bruising all down my spine.

That's when I remember the torrid nightmares that had been plaguing me. The reason I was so scared waking up. Wolves. Hundreds of them. Chasing me, jaws snapping so close I could feel the heat on my skin, and the desire for blood in their golden flashing eyes. Snarling howls and slashing claws, sickening sound of bones breaking through skin ripping as they shifted into monsters.

My own widen with realisation. 'Alissa!' I gasp, my mind straying to the she-wolf that had saved me without a second thought or doubt.

I need to get out of here. I need to find out if she is ok. I can feel the binding on my powers, so surely Daemon was close by. He brought me back here, that much I can be certain of. Images of the black wolf flash through my mind. A snarling warning of return at the front of my mind. Lucian. I shiver at the thought.

Where the hell is that cretin?

'Missing me?' A low baritone voice whispers right in my ear.

I let out a startled scream and shove Daemon away. He snickers with amusement beside me, settled beneath the covers and all. He wasn't there a moment ago, I know that much for sure.

I attempt to jump out of the bed, but the strain is too much, and I flop back down, defeated. 'What am I doing here, Daemon. I should be home.'

'Tsk, tsk, no can do, little genie,' he waggles a patronising finger, propped on an elbow, facing me. 'You're staying here, with me.'

I stare at the ceiling. 'Why do I feel so weak?' A suspicion niggles my mind.

He snickers with amusement. 'What can I say, nightmares make for a great diet change. You fear in your sleep as much as the real thing awake and all.' He rubs his tummy area mockingly.

Son of a bitch. No wonder I'm exhausted after having rested. It was him! Feeding from me and draining my body and mind. Depleting my reserves.