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Vashu
S omeone violated my mate. Someone peeled the skin from her bones and tortured her. My dragon is pounding against my ribcage, demanding we eat the piece of filth that did that to her. Instructor Fry, Connor, and Xander have been talking nice and calm for a little while. How in the fuck are they so calm about all of this? We should be out hunting the fucker down and peeling off his skin one layer at a time, ripping off his toenails and forcing them through his bleeding eye sockets.
Connor looks over at me. “He’s already dead, man. That’s one thing we have kind of put together. Farlen has said he is dead, and the way she says it with such confidence, we believe she’s the one that killed the fucker.”
“How in the fuck are you all so calm about this? My dragon is demanding vengeance at any fucker who hurt her, or even looked at her funny. She needs to be fucking protected!”
Everyone shushes me. Oh yeah. Farlens asleep.
Fry is the next to speak. “I don’t think any of us are calm about this man, I fucking had to go trash some trees when Connor told this to me, how he is sane having told it to me and been told it, then hear it told to you all I am still fucking amazed by. But does it help Farlen for us to lose our shit? She is terrified of violence. Fuuuuuuuuuuk. Do either of you two have Payne’s combat class on Fridays? Damnit. Hopefully, he’s up for spectators for that then. If we give into our anger and rage, it hurts Farlen. You need to fucking have a long talk with your dragon. You can NEVER direct any anger or rage towards her, and I mean ever. If she takes your favorite fucking necklace, you just need to smile at her and let her. I don’t care if she rips your still beating heart from your body and takes a bite from it, smile at her. She’s had too much fucking pain in her life. Let's not make it any harder on her. I fucked up big time today because I got in my damn head about her getting hurt, which we need to get back to talking about.”
“So Sarah Tempest the mind teacher,” Connor nods, “Came to me today, and told me that one student in her class needed to be evaluated, which was true, or else she’d be choking on a pool of her own blood by now, her class is right next to mine, so I didn’t think it would take long. I left to go check on the kid, cuz that’s what I’m supposed to do at this fucking school. I began to hear screaming from my class, I didn’t get a good read on the kid, but he was leaning more demon than mind, so I fucking booked it back into the classroom, Farlen had her nails under her skin and was ripping off her flesh. Connor knows the rest of that part of the story. I can’t fucking tell it again right now or I am not going to sleep. When Healer Daniel got there, he said she smelled of mind magic. I didn’t honestly hear him until later and could think again through the fucking fog of self-loathing. He suspects Sarah as well. And before any of you interrupt like, I can see all of you wanting to do. She’s jealous. We were fuck buddies for a long time. She’s never really searched for any of her matches, she isn’t even in the fucking database, and I honestly gave up for a long time ago of ever finding Farlen. As soon as I met Farlen, I told her we were done, but she didn’t seem to get the hint. She thinks I’m going to come running back to her at any time because of the way Farlen looks. I suspect she’s the reason Farlen got hurt today.”
My dragon and I are fucking conflicted. We don’t hurt females. Even if they hurt us. They are too precious, there aren’t enough of them anymore, and even WE know this. Xander starts cackling. Dude has a screw loose, but he’s a brother now, and I can’t beat his ass anymore or it will hurt Farlen again. Damn. Connor is looking at him with his eyebrow raised and shakes his head.
Xander does that evil mastermind bullshit he likes to pull? “So, we can’t hurt her, but she fucked with our center? We can’t lay a finger on her. You all have either powers that are fucking useless to this, or are, well, I guess you’re all useless for this task. Tell me what the bitch looks like. I’m gonna make every one of her fears come to life. Oh, I know you and Fry know but Connor, I can manipulate fears, any fear, I also think I can take them away, something we can test out later, but all I have to do is see someone and get a little taste of their fears. Once I know the taste of it, I can always manipulate it. Everyone has a distinct flavor to them, just like everyone smells different.”
Fry pinches the bridge of his nose. “What time do you guys have class tomorrow? I can show you where her classroom is. And you will not use your ability to take away fears to take away Farlens' fear of sex. You can’t manipulate her that way. That would almost be like a rape in itself.”
“STOP SAYING THAT WORD!”
“Shhhh,” they all say.
I pull out my phone and look its fucking one am. Payne has me in three fucking physical classes to try to work out some of my aggression. “I have a class at eight. Where’s my room?”
“Just a few more minutes, Vashu, and we should all go to sleep. Please, since we are all going to be with each other for a while, drop the Fry shit, call me Zachariah. If Farlen asks for Rhi, that would be me, no you fuckers can’t call me that. My name is hard for her to say. Remember how I told you she can’t feel any of our touches? There is a small spot on her back where some of her scars have healed on their own, and she can feel our touches there. When she opens up to you guys and your touches, we will show you where it is.”
He stands up and stretches. “Come on, the room at the end is Farlens. Connors’ room is on the left, mine is on the right. There are two rooms off the sitting room, and behind the kitchen there are stairs that go down to the gym. Down there, there are four more rooms. Thankfully, we won’t need all of them. Pick whatever empty one you want.”
He walks into the room he said was his and shuts the door. Xander is still staring at her door and whimpering. I wish I could punch him. That noise is so damn annoying. I walk to one room off the sitting room. It’s nicer than my dorm room, and a hell of a lot nicer than my cave. Though I don’t know where I’m going to put all my shit.