The Amendment

Chapter Twenty Three

Dark brown eyes look down at me, blue and white dots and dashes in the vast brown. Dagon blinks as his thick eyelashes come over his eyes, and I suck in a breath as I realize how close he is.

"What are you doing?" I ask softly before he puts a finger to my lips, and whispers with a smile, "Shh, Amethyst. Just let me kiss you."

I feel my heart almost stop as he leans closer, his lips colliding with mine. Electricity runs throughout my system like fire, and I wrap my arms around Dagon, pulling him closer.

I sit up with a shock, rubbing my eyes as the dream stays in my mind. I take a deep breath in and then look to Dagon's bed and gasp. His sheets are rumpled and messy, and he's gone.

I get up from my bed and look in the bathroom, which is empty just like the balcony. I put my head in my hands and almost feel like crying, but through blurred eyes, I see the notepad on the side of the bedside table. It has writing on it, and I pick it up, gazing at the neat and tidy writing.

Amethyst,

I have left on a mission I need to complete. You claim you've forgiven me about the past, but I don't know if what I'm about to do will be forgivable. I doubt you'll be surprised, but I know you'll be angry. Don't come looking for me, because I will hide from you at all costs.

Dagon

I sigh and then rip the note from the pad and stick it in my pocket before I mumble, "I think you want me to find you, otherwise you wouldn't have included that you're about to do something inexcusable."

I hum and haw about where he could be going, and to kill who. I assume he's murdering because it sounds like a very Dagon thing to do, and I know it is someone who must have some importance to me.

I think about who I have left, which is Jerod and Madison. I think about Clarissa but leave her out, dismissing her as a acquaintance. I sigh and then walk out from the room, walking past a maid's cart where I put my key card. I don't feel like going back to the desk and handing in my key card face to face. I must look a mess, not having brushed my hair or teeth, and I don't have breakfast in mind.

I walk down the stairs instead of taking the elevator, and slowly go down them as I try to think about what Dagon could be doing.

"Where could he have gone? And when did he leave?" I mutter softly as I stroll out from the building, and without thinking about it, I head to the parkade. I wander up behind the broken car and see that the Triumph is gone, left in it's place one other note. It's taped to the concrete, the backside up so no one can read the writing. I stoop down and pick it up, turning it over.

Amethyst,

If you have come here, you'll know I used the bike and have taken it away from you. I am off to a certain place you know well, and you'll have something here that was taken from you specifically. You're probably confused as your human mind tries to be smart, and I will laugh about this later. You probably think I wrote to you because I wanted you to come, but I wrote because I wanted you to know you should survive, and I won't kill you. But we are nothing more than people who know each other, and we will never be anything else.

Dagon

I scowl at the letter but nevertheless pick it up and put it in my pocket. The feeling of him especially inserting the part about never being anything else makes my heart burn, but I know that I've done some serious damage to him.

I stalk out of the parkade and decide there is only one place I can go where I own things. Jerod's face pops into my mind, and I try to think of a way I can explain to him about my reappearance. Nothing comes to mind as a taxi pulls up, and I give them directions to my house.