Chapter 7: Bed on Fire

It was raining when my eyes blinked open. The coldness and the heavy sound of droplets woke me up. I felt my hair through my fingers; the strands were damped but not my clothing. I wore nothing but a white robe. Then I heard someone move from my right, there he sat on a chair just beside my bed.

“You’re awake.” Izaac moved and sat on the corner of the bed while I just looked at him. I don't know what to think or say. I just feel tired.

“Can we talk for a minute?” He asked. I saw a flash of uncertainty on his face. This is my first time seeing him like this, ambivalent and agitated. Izaac was always the type to be decisive and easy-going but right now he looked so troubled.

“I want to rest. Please leave.” A bitter smile graced my lips. I didn't have the energy to talk. With a heavy shoulder, he walked to the door and left.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips. I’m just glad we made it home safely. My hand made its way up my neck, it already healed. Shaking off the worried thoughts, I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes, feeling the drowsiness and exhaustion fall upon me.

“You hesitated.” I looked at Izaac straight in his eyes.

I saw that look on his face when he hesitated to help me knowing a wolf was clawing my neck. Those green orbs had this spark in them as if waiting for me to do something to that wolf. I couldn't fight. I don't have any special abilities aside from healing. What more could he ask for me to do? I saw how disappointed his face was when he looked at me.

So, all of that for a theory huh?

“Feyre!” A soft voice echoed, calling my name repeatedly.

I saw a rather familiar place. It was a room, a really tiny one. A glass cubicle, like some cell and I was locked in it. I screamed continuously but the guards just walked past my cell and stared at me with disgust in their eyes. Some were eyeing me with pity. The prisoners in the other cells were on their knees, some were lying down on the cold ground. I don’t know if they’re still breathing. God, it’s suffocating in here.

“Let me out! Please!” I cried and begged, then begged again. But I never heard. My pleas fell on deaf ears. In rage, I kept punching the glass wall, hoping it would break down somehow. But I wasn’t strong enough. There's only one thing running in my mind at this moment, and that is to escape this horrendous place. Something burned inside me and suddenly I was welcomed by this glowing light. I screamed at the top of my lungs, it's like my flesh is being seared. It stings and it aches like hell.

“Wake up!” I heard Izaac. Everyone was shouting. The redhead woman screamed, asking me to wake up as well.

A cold, water splashed onto me. My eyes now wide opened, I sat on the bed. My heart raced as fast and lips parted, gasping for air. I saw Izaac holding a half-empty bucket of water. Gideon, Daniel and Ambrose were there too. Sage came in just now, wondering what the hell happened and why it was smoking hot in here.

The bed is wet, there was ashes too. Burnt feathers which I assume were from the pillows were all over the bed. The part where I slept totally got burnt; even the sheets were now black. My back hurts, my spine is aching.

“You were literally on fire just seconds ago. We heard you screaming. It's a good thing Izaac saw the fire and hurriedly fetched water.” Gideon explained, eyeing me cautiously.

Ambrose stared at me, “Your eyes turned gold and angry the moment you woke up. You were having a nightmare.”

“Right. A nightmare.” I mumble, looking down at my bed. White smoke is coming from it. There were feathers, white that turned black because of the fire. Where did these come from?

I turned to look at Izaac, he stood there watching my every movement. He was in my nightmare. He was there. I was talking to him, more like arguing; it made me mad. Then I saw that god-awful place and I was trapped in it. Something just sparked inside me and suddenly I'm in rage. So much rage that I could feel my heart pulsing on every veins, blood boiling out of extreme anger.

But what intrigued me the most is that redhead lady with bright golden eyes. She was also yelling for me to wake up. Her face was kind of blurry. There were just glimpses of images but they weren’t that clear. Somehow, her angelic voice calmed me down.

“Looks like you won't be sleeping in your room tonight.” Daniel said, his eyes fixed on the poor bed. I couldn't agree more. My bed is absolutely burnt with no more room to sleep. There was this hole in the middle of the mattress and it was shaped to my figure; all of it got caught in flames and into burnt crisps.

Gideon and Daniel have gone to clean my room and wipe the water off the floor. Sage carried the bed and threw it out in the garbage.

Ambrose asked me to his office. For unknown reasons, I feel nervous and sweaty. Inside his office, I saw two chairs across an office table; behind it is a black, leather swivel chair. He gestured to the empty seat in front of him.

I sat silently, pulling the robe closer to my body.

“First of all, I deeply apologize for Izaac’s behavior. I have no idea what the fuck came into his mind to take you out into the woods. It won’t happen again, I assure you.” His tone was serious and sincere.

I stared at my toes, “I wish I could say it’s fine but it’s not. I almost died, we almost died. We almost got killed by those wolves.” I looked into his gray eyes.

“Hm, yes. I already talked to Izaac about that. I will make sure Gallo and his pack won’t be able to harm you. Hence, it’s much safer if you don’t roam around the forest alone or preferably don’t step out of the castle at all.” Ambrose explained. He’s right.

“Now, tell me about those nightmares.” He crossed his legs, sitting so elegantly.

I'm not sure if I could fully trust Ambrose. I mean yes he offered me a place to stay out of the goodness of his heart but does that make him the good guy then? I don't know anymore.