Page 26 of Fated to Monsters

I stand and turn the faucet off, not yet growing tired of the endless hot water supply this house has. What a plethora of wonders this world has and we’ve only just visited one place.

“And Bo,” Dash adds. “He found something calledNetflixon this large thing on the wall. I thought it was a black piece of artwork but he found this other little black thing with buttons and started pushing them. The artwork lit up so he kept clicking and found this thing that apparently has motion pictures inside of it that you can watch.”

“Tremont said something about a fantasy movie.” I towel dry my hair and wrap the soft fabric around my body, focusing on the man in front of me. “How are you feeling?”

Dash shrugs. “Totally fine. How areyoufeeling?”

I tilt my head at him. “Dash.”

“Wren.” He mimics my movement.

I roll my eyes. “Would you tell me if something was wrong?”

He sighs dramatically. “If I thought it was a big enough deal.”

“What if what we think is a big deal are two different things?” I slip into the shirt sitting on the dresser, noting how it fits tighter than the other clothes I’ve been borrowing since being here.

Sydney was kind enough to locate some women's clothing since most of what's in this house is either men's, or weird fancy clothing left behind by his mothers.

It’s like the woman never wore sweatpants or T-shirts.

Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate her commitment to the look she was going for, but it’s too stiff and swanky for me. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t remind me of the way Parla dressed.

My gaze falls on the armored clothing I was wearing when I got to this realm. My fingers itch to reach out to touch it, but I restrain myself. I’m safe here; I don’t need to hide behind the thick layers. Running for my life and constantly fighting battles is a thing of the past.

But I’d also be lying if I said I didn’t miss it.

And maybe because it’s all I’ve ever known, or maybe because it’s a part of who I am.

Either way, I must come to terms with the fact that it is not my future.

Dash settles his hands on my shoulders. “You don’t need to worry about me, okay?”

“I could say the same to you.” I raise a brow knowing that he’s aware that what he’s asking is easier said than done.

“Not fair.”

“I’m a skilled assassin, Dash.”

“And I’m an immortal phoenix. That has to count for something.”

I reach up and cup his face in my hand. “You might not be able to die, but you can still get hurt.”

And the fact that it can happen in his nightmares is even more alarming.

How can I protect him when I can't even see the threat until it's already sunken its claws into him?

“This is proof.” I skim the bandage on his forehead where he split his head open on the table in the living room.

“I’ll heal.” Dash’s bright blue eyes look back and forth between mine. “So, what do you think, want to watch a Netflix?”

I breathe in, separating myself from this beautiful man and finish putting my borrowed clothes on. “I don’t know.”

“Because of Bo?”

I shrug and sit on the edge of the bed. “Kind of. He pisses me off.”

Dash smiles. “He pisses us all off.”

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