Chapter 6

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"Save yourself" I hear a faint voice come from the back of my head.

"Leyon will destroy." I hear it again.

"Who?" I speak through my mind. I don't know a Leyon.

"Leyon." The soft voices fades back into my mind. A flash of a claw comes towards me before I wake up.

I jolt awake and check for any damage on my body. I sigh in relief when there is no damage.

I noticed this is not my queen sized bed. I take in my surroundings to find dark grey walls instead of my white ones. The floor is midnight black and there is a love seat to the right of me.

To the left are two huge windows that are tinted to almost black.

My skin is touching the most silkiest silk sheets I've ever encountered. On top of me is a fluffy black duvet cover.

Where the hell am I? It's giving me a goth vibe.

"Glad you're awake." I jump hearing the baritone voice from the corner of the room. I see Ron walk out of the shadowy corner to the front of the bed.

"Where am I?" My voice croaked since I haven't been using it much.

"You're in my room." He states and my eyebrows shoot up.

"A lot of, dark things." I look around one more time.

"Black is my favorite color."

"Like your soul."

"Exactly."

I roll my eyes.

"Why am I in your room anyways." I wonder. Don't they have a guest room.

"They weren't done with your room yet." He slides his hands into his pockets.

"Weren't you going to kidnap me last week."  I narrow my eyes at him. They would've been done if he was planning to take me last week.

"I had a look at your room, so I told them to decorate it a little." He explains.

"How nice."

"Don't get used to it."

I look at the digital clock to find it's ten o'clock in the morning.

"I slept through the night?" I ask him trying to get up. He puts his hands on the sheet and I stop moving.

"You've been out for three days." He informs me and my body wavers.

"You're not serious." I stare at him. I cannot have been out for long. The longest I have slept is around thirteen hours and my parents thought something was wrong with me.

"Sorry Ludypoo, but you were you passed out last Monday when one of those Cseca sliced into your neck."

I reach quickly to the back of my neck to feel three scars running from the top of my neck to the middle of my shoulder blades.

"How is it already healed." I ask out of amazement and run my fingers over it again.

"I brought in healers."

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