Tasting Drakness

Chapter 38

That was it; he wasn’t even going to attempt to explain what h e meant? The loss of their presence was instantly felt. The coldness of the bond slowly evaporated into the air, and I sighed, wondering if I would ever get used to losing their loss every time I saw one of them.

It was making it increasingly difficult to hate them when the bond played havoc constantly when they were around. Darius’s words made no sense. Why would he have to protect m e from my own parents? I know what I saw, if only briefly. There was no doubt in my mind that he was the reason they were dead.

I tried to remember that night, but nothing stuck out or showed my parents had anything to do with the fire. Stoking the fire, I got up before picking up the plate that I had purposely eaten slowly, wanting to save some of the meat for the Phoenix. (This Novel daily new chapters provide it

My eyes moved to the door; they came in the main one and went out of the bathroom one. With a glance over my shoulder, I walked over to the main door and twisted the handle, and my heart leaped with joy when I noticed it was unlocked. It was odd for them to forget to lock me in. Usually, I woke to the door being unlocked, but they always locked it when they went to sleep.

I rushed around the room, grabbing my supplies. I grabbed a tissue and wrapped what was left of my dinner in it, before retrieving my old bandages. Grabbing one o fmy pillows off the bed, I snuck over to the door. Listening for any noise out in the hall. When I thought the coast was clear, I turned the knob slowly, so it didn’t grind. My heart hammered in my chest at the thought of being caught sneaking out.

them. They hadn’t noticed, and I slipped down to the bottom level. It was clear everyone was tucked safely away

for what it was, wards. Darius’s magic emanated from it, and I wondered if he spelled the castle every night. My head turned back to the stairs, and I reached out before pausing as I went to grip the door handle. I wanted to see if I could siphon it, but I also didn’t want to risk him noticing. I also wasn’t sure if

feeling for a light switch. It wasn’t until I reached the bottom that I found it, and I quickly flicked the light on. The bird cawed a yelp

if he had sensed me here, wherever here was. Just

some of the sauce off, but he didn’t seem to care, pecking at my open palm, wanting to eat it. I held up a piece to his beak, and

wanting more, so I continued to feed him. Hoping I was gaining its trust because I wasn’t looking forward to being bitten after watching its

tilted its head t o the side. I tapped my chin, trying