shot him a look that I hoped was filled with malice or
daggers or something. I finally admitted, “He has shared my dreams.
No one could have guessed those details and he has no reason to lie
that I’m aware of.” I thought about my dreams, someone had always
been there. “I think he has always been there, but I don’t know for
sure. I thought maybe I just wanted a face for my rescuer.” Even as
I tried to convince myself otherwise, I knew I was wrong. “Phoenix
has always been in my dreams.”
“Psyche’s
dreams are like sitting in a theatre, they’re so vivid and real;
there is no way I’m wrong about this.” Phoenix said. He was
suddenly very certain about his presence in my dreams.
“This is an
interesting turn, I wasn’t expecting so much.” Libby said, not
really speaking to anyone at that particular moment.
Phoenix reached
across the table and took my hand. It was warmer than mine but my
entire body felt cold. “I’m sorry, Psyche; I didn’t want to tell
you like this. I didn’t really know how to tell you, but this is
the wrong way.”
A tear ran down
my cheek. As much as I liked Phoenix, I didn’t want him knowing all
my secrets. Dreams are sacred and private. My deepest desires and
my greatest fears lay raw and naked and Phoenix had seen all of
them. I couldn’t handle anymore confessions today. I wanted no more
truth. I stood up and ran to my room.
The tears
flowed freely. I didn’t sob; I wasn’t sad, but I felt betrayed and
the tears continued to flow. Phoenix came to my bedroom door. I
didn’t acknowledge him or ask him to come in, but he did anyway. He
sat on the side of the bed and put his hand on my waist.
“It’s not so
bad, is it? It’s kind of fun, really. I mean, where else am I going
to see a pink palace?”
“But you know
things you shouldn’t! You’ve seen things, private things. Things I
wouldn’t show you even if you begged!”
“I know, but
whenever you really don’t want me to see something, everything goes
dark and misty. I don’t see the things you really don’t want me to
see.”
“Does it go
misty often?”
“No. almost
never. It has a few times, but, Psyche, there are other things I
should tell you. Now is not the time. Just know that you can trust
me. Your secrets are my secrets, everything is safe with me.”
Chapter 10 ~
CHARMED
I sulked for
hours, alone in my room, well aware that it benefited no one,
especially me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had been
betrayed; nor could I get my mind around everything that had
happened in the past few days. I could hear the hum of voices as
the women prepared the charms. If I waited long enough, they might
leave and I would only have to face Libby.
While I wanted
to avoid them and save myself further humiliation, I decided to get
over it. Swallowing my pride, I left the relative safety of my room
and entered the kitchen. It was empty, but I was sure I’d heard
people talking. Perhaps the reality was that I was actually
teetering on the brink of insanity. It would explain so much.
Libby, Tahinah,
Ruben, Phoenix and Navarre walked in through the door to find me
poking and pinching my arm. If it were a dream, I wanted to wake
up; but if I were insane? Well, that was an entirely different
problem.
Ruben nodded
and Tahinah smiled, “Greetings, Psyche.” No one else spoke. Libby
ignored me and Phoenix lowered his head, avoiding eye contact.
Navarre, on the other hand, shrugged and sat beside me at the
table.
“They’ll get
over it,” he whispered. I realised then, that no one had really
done anything wrong. Phoenix hadn’t forced his way into my dreams,
Libby didn’t create the prophecy and Tahinah hadn’t sent the beast
after me. I actually had no reason to be angry, but they had every
right to be angry with me.
Tahinah moved
to light a few candles and a warm glow filled the room. Normally, I
had my own candle and carried it from place to place, although it
barely provided enough
daggers or something. I finally admitted, “He has shared my dreams.
No one could have guessed those details and he has no reason to lie
that I’m aware of.” I thought about my dreams, someone had always
been there. “I think he has always been there, but I don’t know for
sure. I thought maybe I just wanted a face for my rescuer.” Even as
I tried to convince myself otherwise, I knew I was wrong. “Phoenix
has always been in my dreams.”
“Psyche’s
dreams are like sitting in a theatre, they’re so vivid and real;
there is no way I’m wrong about this.” Phoenix said. He was
suddenly very certain about his presence in my dreams.
“This is an
interesting turn, I wasn’t expecting so much.” Libby said, not
really speaking to anyone at that particular moment.
Phoenix reached
across the table and took my hand. It was warmer than mine but my
entire body felt cold. “I’m sorry, Psyche; I didn’t want to tell
you like this. I didn’t really know how to tell you, but this is
the wrong way.”
A tear ran down
my cheek. As much as I liked Phoenix, I didn’t want him knowing all
my secrets. Dreams are sacred and private. My deepest desires and
my greatest fears lay raw and naked and Phoenix had seen all of
them. I couldn’t handle anymore confessions today. I wanted no more
truth. I stood up and ran to my room.
The tears
flowed freely. I didn’t sob; I wasn’t sad, but I felt betrayed and
the tears continued to flow. Phoenix came to my bedroom door. I
didn’t acknowledge him or ask him to come in, but he did anyway. He
sat on the side of the bed and put his hand on my waist.
“It’s not so
bad, is it? It’s kind of fun, really. I mean, where else am I going
to see a pink palace?”
“But you know
things you shouldn’t! You’ve seen things, private things. Things I
wouldn’t show you even if you begged!”
“I know, but
whenever you really don’t want me to see something, everything goes
dark and misty. I don’t see the things you really don’t want me to
see.”
“Does it go
misty often?”
“No. almost
never. It has a few times, but, Psyche, there are other things I
should tell you. Now is not the time. Just know that you can trust
me. Your secrets are my secrets, everything is safe with me.”
Chapter 10 ~
CHARMED
I sulked for
hours, alone in my room, well aware that it benefited no one,
especially me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had been
betrayed; nor could I get my mind around everything that had
happened in the past few days. I could hear the hum of voices as
the women prepared the charms. If I waited long enough, they might
leave and I would only have to face Libby.
While I wanted
to avoid them and save myself further humiliation, I decided to get
over it. Swallowing my pride, I left the relative safety of my room
and entered the kitchen. It was empty, but I was sure I’d heard
people talking. Perhaps the reality was that I was actually
teetering on the brink of insanity. It would explain so much.
Libby, Tahinah,
Ruben, Phoenix and Navarre walked in through the door to find me
poking and pinching my arm. If it were a dream, I wanted to wake
up; but if I were insane? Well, that was an entirely different
problem.
Ruben nodded
and Tahinah smiled, “Greetings, Psyche.” No one else spoke. Libby
ignored me and Phoenix lowered his head, avoiding eye contact.
Navarre, on the other hand, shrugged and sat beside me at the
table.
“They’ll get
over it,” he whispered. I realised then, that no one had really
done anything wrong. Phoenix hadn’t forced his way into my dreams,
Libby didn’t create the prophecy and Tahinah hadn’t sent the beast
after me. I actually had no reason to be angry, but they had every
right to be angry with me.
Tahinah moved
to light a few candles and a warm glow filled the room. Normally, I
had my own candle and carried it from place to place, although it
barely provided enough
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