The Selfish One
She watched as her Sire, supported by a fellow dragon, walked up the stairs of the Academy House. Other than a slight frown on her face, Jane did not let her emotions betray her. If someone had looked, they would have seen the swirl of colors. A flash of crimson and orange and a shift to dark blue as she heard the unknown stalk through the hedges. A contrast of pink as she ran forward to help her Sire’s burden. She did not speak, she let him be and went back to her research.
But as she sat flipping through old books, she thought it through. He must have been out of state when it happened else she would have felt the incredible pain he must have. And given the group he came home with she could guess where he had been. It made sense.
She talked to him briefly and discovered the truth of her thoughts. If Donovan wasn’t weak and had looked he would have seen rose etched with vermilion. Perhaps a touch of black as she left and an unwanted thought strayed through her head. It’d be so easy Jane. So easy.
She silently made her way back to the library. She had lost a bit of herself to the darkness and she knew it would never come back. She looked over her notes and without really thinking wrote: To become those we love, that is the curse of every lover. But if Kindred can only feel echoes, what do we become? The echo of our lovers?
It had little to do with her research. She knew she should care more about Donovan, but she also could tell he did not want a fuss being made. She was also obsessed with finding an answer. Revenge is a dish best served cold.
“Bullshit,” she muttered.