It's obvious, isn't it?

I got my mojo back. :D Because now I'm spamming you guys with uploads. :D

Question:

-Shorter chapters, but more frequent updates?

:OR:

-Longer chapters, with LESS FREQUENT UPDATES?

((Remember: When School starts, updates will only on WEEKENDS. Most likely on Saturdays, but if you want long chapters and less updates then there will probably be one on Sundays.))

School update schedule: 

-Two short (2-3 pages) chapters on Saturday?

-Or One long chapter on Sunday?

You choose. ^0^

Enjoy!

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"Sometimes strength isn't everything..but I wish it was." -Jordan

Faye

I played with the ruby on my necklace, my eyes scanning the words on the book I was currently reading.

It's been about two weeks since Jen's death, and so far the police have only found one bit of evidence: A man's hair on her clothes.

I had lost hope by then, because there was barely anything for them to work with on the murder.

So now, two weeks later, I sit here and wait for them to return Jen so we can give her a proper burial. (Which won't be until they've decided she can't provide anything else that could of caused her murder.)

Shutting the book, I set it on my night stand and shift my eyes to the dusty but ancient book on my right. I pull it towards me and open it.

The page I randomly turned to had the title in large, bold words.

THE BLOOD OF A DRAGON

Of course, with everything Jackson told me and my luck being as bad as it is I just turn to this page. Of course.

I sigh, but continue to read.

        " The blood of a dragon is both poisonous and medicine. Drinking it without any other ingredients and the dragon's blessing will give the one who consumes it special abilities, including healing properties, the ability to see how a dragon does, and unusual speed and strength.
        Though it is a blessing, it is also a curse to those who take it sinfully. To kill and steal a dragon's blood is punishable by death if caught by the Counsel. However, that does not stop those who seek it's powers and abilities. This is why it's a Rider's job to protect, care, and help dragons. Of course, that is not the only reason, but it is a big part of it "

I look up from the passage and see Jackson leaning against the door-frame, watching me.

"What're you doing here?" I ask curiously.

"Wanted to see how you were." He pushes off the wall and walks towards me. He sits on the bed and blinked at me, asking for permission to lay besides me. I nod and he kicks his shoes off and lay beside me.

"I've been in worse conditions," I tell him, personally knowing I have never been in something worse than this. Not even Jordan's kidnapping was as bad as this was.

"I'm sorry." He looks as me as he says it, sorrow and sympathy lingering. "For everything."

"It's okay." I shut the book. 

He looked surprised. "What?"

"I said it's okay."

"I thought-"

"That I'd hate you?" I finished for him, sighing. "I thought I hated you too, Jackson. But I realized yesterday, standing in the shower and getting my thoughts together and shit that I really don't have room to hate anyone but whoever killed Jen."

"So..you don't hate me?" he asks carefully.

"No," I tell him, shaking my head, "But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't angry with you."

"I don't blame you," he admits. "I'd be angry at me too."

I shrugged one shoulder, as if it was nothing. "What's done is done. I guess it really isn't you're fault."

"You think that?"

"The only fault in this, Jackson," I say to him, "is the fault of your ancestors."

He studied me, as if thinking of what to say. "My ancestors?"

"They took the dragon blood first," I told him, leaning my head against the headboard. "And since then it's been..a tradition for you."

"How did you know about that?"

"Ancient Writings of Witches and Warlocks," I tell him. He laughs, the sound calming my nerves.

"You read that?" he chuckled, a smile at his lips.

"Yes." I shrug again, not guilty at all. "My parents have a copy."

"Well," Jackson hummed, "in my opinion that book is stupid."

"Why?" I ask, blinking at him. 

"Because it's basically laying down the rules for us," he replied. "In book form. Like, if we don't follow them the Counsel will be angry."

"The Counsel probably doesn't care."

"What makes you say that?"

"They haven't even sent a message to my parents saying they'd at least look into it," I tell him, remembering Mom and Dad's conversation about it they had a couple days ago.

"Should they be helping?"

"Yes, actually. It's their job, for gods sake, and they aren't even doing it."

"Be careful what you say about them," he warned. "They could hear you."

"If they can, I doubt they care."

He smiled at me and took my hand in his. I froze as his touch sent sparks throughout my body, making me feel giddy.

I relaxed soon when I realized he was only holding it and running his fingers down my palm and the back of my hand, which felt nice.

"I feel like a complete and utter asshole,"  he tells me in amusement.

"You are," I remind him.

He frowned at me.

"But," I add cheerfully, "it's hard not to like you."

"What about love me?" he smirked.

"Don't push it." I narrowed my eyes at him in seriousness. "I'm still pissed off at you."

"Sorry."

I pull my hands from his and get to my feet. "I'm going to take a bath."

"Okay."

I stare at him, and he stares back. 

"Which means," I said slowly. "Get out."

"Why?" he asked cockily. "It's not like we're engaged."

I glare at him. Of course I hadn't forgotten about the wedding, but I had for the most part not thought about it. Now here he is, reminding me of it.

"You're really trying to get me even more pissed at you, aren't you?" I challenge.

"No," he says, blinking. 

I roll my eyes, grabbing a pair of jeans, a crop top, a jean jacket, combat boots, and undergarments and shut the bathroom door behind me.

I run the water then step in.

***

"You're still here?" I ask, coming out of the bathroom an hour later.

"Yep," he replied with a shrug. 

I sighed. 

"You don't want me to be here?" he asks, looking sad.

"It's hard to be pissed off at you with that look." I muttered.

"So..you aren't mad?"

"Oh, I'm mad," I promise. "Angry, actually."

"Then why-"

I sigh again. "Because it's hard to be mad at you. But not impossible."

*******

I know it seems Faye just like, forgave him off the bat, but she's pissed trust me.

She's just not in a hating mood, after all someone killed her cousin. :/

So yeah, lol.

Until next time, beautiful creatures.

-Grace xx