Escape

The last leg of our journey was completed in utter silence. I was too focussed on thinking of ways to get out of this mess and Deakin seemed content to sit in the silence I had begun.

I tried not to notice the way he distanced himself from me, a difficult feat considering the chain we had connecting us together. He made no move to touch me or harm me in any way, which put me off balance. He no longer slept close to me, allowing the cold to infiltrate my skin at night. It was almost as if he had heard what I had said, really heard me, and was giving me the space I needed. But to what end? It made no sense to me and perverted the way I wanted to see him. I wanted and needed him to be the evil bad guy. It was the only way my world could make sense.

And still, underneath it all was the magic that thrummed through my veins, dulling my senses and making it impossible to find out what he was thinking. Each and every morning he injected me. I was relieved that it was only a temporary effect