The Pentagram Child(119)

“Open your eyes.” I did as he asked, happy that he no longer shouted at me. I opened my eyes and saw my old bedroom as it first was at Libby’s. The bedroom where I first fell under Draven’s spell and was now back to doing so once again.

I was being carried over to my bed and the sight hit me like a memory shaped sledge hammer. I remembered the nights like this and the times when I believed my life couldn’t be or ever get any more perfect. Because being in the arms of the man that you love and feeling that same love projected back at you was like nothing else in the world. Being carried to the bed knowing that love would only spread out like wild fire the second our bodies connected was the stuff dreams were really made of.

Draven lay me down so gently it was almost as if he was worried I would crumble away like dust.

“Are you going to sleep for me, my precious girl?” He asked and looking up into his eyes was like finding the meaning of life written there. It was like finding your purpose for being born. Like finding out that nothing else mattered but having those eyes looking down at me now. So of course I said,

“I will do anything for you.” This made those perfect dark eyes glow before he had to close them, as if savouring a deeper feeling within him my words had put there.

“Then sleep and find peace in my arms…I will protect you, always.”

“Yes.” I mumbled already feeling the weight of exhaustion seep into me, coming at me from what seemed like nowhere. But it wasn’t coming at me from nowhere at all, it was all Draven. So before I could let this moment pass, I placed a limp hand at the back of his neck and used the last of my strength to pull his head closer to mine. He came to me willingly and there I gave him the unguarded truth with four words,

“I miss your wings.”



I woke up not in my own bed like my mind was prepared for but in another lavish hotel room. I looked around the masculine space and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I was surrounded by solid wood furniture that was dark and very Draven, which quickly informed me I hadn’t been put in my own room. This thought had me squirming under the satin plum coloured sheet that had been placed over me. In fact the more I looked around the less and less this actually looked like a hotel but more like an actual home.

“Oh dear.” I said out loud thinking I was in so much trouble, as once again being back in Draven’s bed, what other words were there.

“You’re awake.” My eyes quickly found my trouble at the door grinning at me. I must have looked dwarfed in the space, sat up in another one of his monster sized beds. And what was it with four posters for him anyway…probably an old fashioned thing.

“Old fashioned uh?” He said causing my mouth to drop.

“You have woken an open book, sweetheart.” He informed me with a small smile that at least looked somewhat coy.

“Well I guess I should thank your mumbo jumbo this time.” I said stretching my arms out and yawning.

“You know you really do have the most flattering ways of describing my talents.” He teased making me grin.

“Yep, that’s me!” I said in reply and bounced out of bed. Then I walked up to him, reached on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek before saying,

“Thanks for making me pass out handsome, but can you feed me now?” To which he laughed.

“I think I could do that…” He said but then leaned down closer to my face and finished with,

“…but only because I like you.” Which he had no idea, but in cartoon land my toes would have curled up like the witch from Wizard of Oz. However he caught my blush no problem. So with half his lip tipped up to one side he took my hand and led me through the house.

“Oh wow!”

“You like it?” He asked and I could hear the pride in his voice, one I could understand why.

“It’s stunning and very you.” At this he laughed but still gave me a look that silently meant he wanted me to explain that comment.

“It looks like a palace.” And boy didn’t it just! It was all highly polished marble floors, pale walls that had heavenly figures painted into what looked like the plaster and elaborately carved wooden ceilings. The furniture all looked pristine as though it had been plucked right out of the past. Even the glass chandeliers sparkled as if they had only been cleaned no more than hours ago.

“I have had this place since the 16th century and it is one of the most impressive Grand Canal palazzi in Venice…if I do say so myself.” He added smirking down at me.

“Palazzi?” I asked.

“It is Italian for a large splendid residence or public building, such as a palace.” He winked at me for this last bit.