EVREN: Enter the Dragonette (16 page)

He glanced at his watch.  “As of this moment, he’s probably just arrived in Tokyo.”

I choked on my juice and set the glass down carelessly, liquid spilling over.  I stared at Dyvian in shock.  “W-what did you just say?”

He frowned.  “Don’t you remember?”

I moved his plate aside so his mountain of pancakes wouldn’t obstruct my view.  I squinted at him.  He didn’t look like he was joking.  “
Tokyo
?”

He sighed.  “That’s what I said.  He’s had this trip scheduled for ages.  Weren’t you listening to him?  He told us about it over dinner the other night.”

“He did?”  I grabbed a toast and munched on it lifelessly.  “I didn’t hear.”

“You were probably too busy staring at him.”  He moved his plate back and gobbled down half of its contents in just a few bites.  “And knowing Lucian, he was probably too busy constructing a business proposal in Mandarin and Japanese while secretly smirking at you because you’re too
obvious
.”

I was too miserable to come up with a retort.  My appetite was completely gone.  I missed him so much already.  Why hadn’t he reminded me last night?  Why hadn’t he said goodbye?

“Deli?”

I shook myself out of my reverie.  “I’m fine.”  I stood up, gulping down the rest of my juice before setting it in the sink.  “Do you want me to wash the dishes before I leave for school?”

“I’ll handle that later, don’t worry about it.”

I turned back to him and took my school bag.  “Well…”

A rueful grin formed on his lips.  “Oh, cheer up, Deli.  He’ll be back soon.”

I wanted to tell him I missed Lucian, that my heart had a hole because Lucian was gone and he hadn’t even kissed me goodbye.  But I didn’t.  Lucian’s words were on my mind. 
People don’t have to know
.  And I wasn’t so stupid not to understand what he really meant. 
He didn’t want people to know.

I sighed.  “See you later.”

~~~

The rest of the day passed in a blur.  I drifted from one class to another like a zombie.  Audrey wasn’t in school.  With her gone, I was left alone with my thoughts.  I kept thinking about Lucian, wondering if he missed me, too.  There were so many questions I wanted to ask him, but I was also pretty sure Lucian would kiss them all away.

Dyvian was already waiting for me outside school when classes ended.

I grimaced.  “Training again?”

“You did want to become—and I quote—‘an Evren warrior chick,’ didn’t you?”

“Remind me to keep my big mouth shut next time,” I grumbled, climbing inside the pickup.

He slid into the driver’s seat with the kind of smooth grace I could only envy but never imitate.  “Do you still want to practice today?  You know you don’t have to.”

“I have to.”  If anything, being suspended upside down would at least take my mind off Lucian.

Minutes later, we had reached our destination and I was, again, hanging upside down, ankles and hands all tied-up.  Dyvian had pushed me gently so that my body would sway forward and backward.  It was all part of the plan, he told me loftily when I asked him if he was just being sadistic.

Dyvian let out a low chuckle.

I managed to turn my head to look at him.  In my current condition, my head was the only thing I could easily control.  “What?”

“You really are depressed, aren’t you?”

“I’m not.”

“Of course, you are.  If you weren’t depressed, you’d be shrieking by now and telling me that you’re going to kill me the moment I untie you.”  He took hold of my body, pulled it slightly to the left, then let go with one big push.

I swayed left to right this time, creating huge invisible arcs in the air.  The new direction made me feel nauseous, and I closed my eyes.

“Still not complaining?”

“You told me this was all part of my training.”

“I lied.”

My eyes shot open.  “Dyvian.”  But the fury just wasn’t there, and I sighed again.  “Whatever.”

“See?  You are depressed.”  He jumped back to the lounge chair he had brought with him and stretched out.  “Lucian’s coming back in
three days
,” he stressed.  “It’s not like he’s going to be gone forever.  And it’s not as if he’s doing something bad out there.  He’s just participating in a trade show, something like that.  He’s not there to meet other girls.”

I started to shake my head but stopped when it made me queasier.  “You don’t understand.”

Dyvian took a sip of his iced tea.  He always came prepared for our outings.  “It’s creepy to see you not bubbly, Deli.”

“Misery loves company.”

“I said I find it creepy, not that I feel sad, too.”

I didn’t bother responding.

Dyvian rolled his eyes.  “Just let me know if you want to pack up early.”

The minutes trickled by.

“Voice?”

“Yes?”
it replied with reassuring speed.  I seldom spoke to it now, and I had been afraid that the ability to hear and speak to it would disappear.

“I thought you’d be gone.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because I hadn’t been talking to you for some time, and I thought you’d…rust away.”

“I’m not a machine.”

“I know.” 
I wanted to smile.  I could almost picture Lucian saying it.  He’d frown and look like he couldn’t understand how I came up with such thoughts.

The Voice never took the initiative in our conversations so waiting for it to address me when not directly spoken to would be pointless. 
“Voice?”

“Yes?”

God, but it sounded so much like Lucian and right now, I missed him so much that hearing his voice—even if it wasn’t his—made me feel just a tiny bit better.

“I miss Lucian.”

There was a pause.
 “I believe it’s safe to say he misses you, too.”

I gasped.

“Deli?” Dyvian exclaimed in concern.

I cleared my throat.  “I fell asleep.  I forgot where I was so you can understand how shocked I was when I woke up.”  I scowled at him in the end to make it more convincing.

“You managed to fall asleep like
that
?”  He shook his head, muttering something about dragons and bats, but his attention had returned to the portable DVD player on his lap.

When I was certain Dyvian was too engrossed with
The Transformers
to notice me, I closed my eyes and asked eagerly,
“Lucian misses me?”

“Yes.”

“But why didn’t he say goodbye?”

“I’m not in the position to answer that.”

“Oh, right.  Sorry.  I got carried away in thinking you’re the Magic Mirror or something.”

“Magic Mirror?”

“You know?  Snow White?  Who’s the fairest of them all?”

“I…see.”

Lucian missed me.  That was very nice to hear.  My chest eased, allowing me to breathe more easily. 
“Voice?”

“Yes?”

“Lucian and I are dating now.  I think.  How do you think I should proceed?  I mean, based on what you know about him and me?”

“Slowly.  You proceed very slowly and let him make all the moves.”

“Oh.”

“You have to be patient with him.  You know he’s not used to having relationships.”

My eyes widened. 
“Does that mean I’m his first girlfriend?”

“I’m not in the position to answer that.”

I exhaled in irritation. 
“You may not be a machine, but you’re beginning to sound like one.”

“I’m not in the position to change that.”

I managed to keep myself from laughing.  Dyvian still had this weird thing against The Voice and he might prolong my training if he found out about my private conversation with it.

“Be patient, huh?”

“It’s the only way.”

“So be it.  But for now…”
  I wanted to giggle but swallowed it back in time.  My head in the sand tendencies beckoned.

“Voice?”

“Yes?”

Oh, it really sounded so much like Lucian.  This was just too irresistible an opportunity to pass up.  I wanted to giggle again.

“Voice, I want you to do something for me again.”

“What is it?”

“Tell me you love me.”

It didn’t respond for a long time. 
“Voice.  Come on.  It’s just three little words.  I love you.  I want to hear you say it.”

“Because I sound like Lucian?”

“Yes.  So come on—”

“I love you.”

Chapter Eleven

Lucian Chevalier was everything a girl could want, and if I hadn’t been Evren like him, I would have felt there was no way I’d get someone like him to fall in love with me.  But I was Evren, and it was something I had that none of the rest of the human girls had, not even Blake Lively or Megan Fox.  It was a thought I cherished whenever I felt insecure, a thought that was doomed because I failed to consider that there might be other Evren females in this world.

“Concentrate within and block everything else,” Dyvian instructed.

I stood still, eyes closed, and shivered a little at the icy breeze sweeping through the desert.

Today was the first time he’d asked me to attempt transforming into Evren.  Today was also the third night of another of Lucian’s seemingly endless “business trips”, which he again didn’t inform me about, but I tried not to think of that too much. 

It was a few minutes after midnight and no one was in sight.  Night, with its dangerous nocturnal inhabitants and howling winds, only made the desert more sinister than usual.

Earlier on, Dyvian and I came across an honest-to-goodness Mojave rattlesnake.  It reminded me so much of Zekans I had jumped on Dyvian’s back, forcing him to carry me until we reached a snake-free zone.

My fear of snakes was something I had to conquer really soon, especially since I wanted to go up against Zekans, the snake of all snakes—

“Deli,
concentrate
.”

I flinched at his whiplash tone and pushed out thoughts of ugly killer reptiles from my mind.  My forehead creased with the effort of blocking all distractions from my mind.  It was harder than it should have been because I was a thousand times more sensitive now than when I had been human.

The footsteps of an ant could be as loud as a bear’s if I let them.  The soft smell of flowers could be overpowering if I let it.  Everything became overblown because of my Evren senses, and I had to make all of them disappear.

“What color do you see now?”

“Black—no, wait.  It’s starting to change.”  I gasped.  “It’s
red
.”  I mentally gaped at the vision.  I was surrounded by pure redness, its shade so rich it seemed alive.  Would I see it again if I opened my eyes?  Did it exist beyond my mind?

My eyelids twitched.

“Don’t open your eyes.”

I forced my eyelids shut, sealing my vision closed.  “Why?”

“We’ll have to start over if you do.  Now, do you still see it?”

“Yes.  What does it mean?”

“It’s your color as Evren.”

“I’m a
red
dragon?”

“The fastest of us all.”  There was a smile in Dyvian’s voice, but I didn’t understand what was so amusing about my Evren shade.  Maybe his shade was prettier than mine?

“What’s your color?” I demanded.

“Gold.”

I gasped.  “Lucian’s gold, too.  Why do I have to be just plain red while you guys get to sparkle?”  It was bad enough to turn into a creature with claws, but if I had to be a monster, couldn’t I at least be a glittery gold monster like the Chevalier brothers and not just some ordinary—ugh—red dragon?

“It reacts to your DNA, something like that.  You’d have to ask Lucian for a more technical explanation because he’s the one into facts.  Anyway, gold dragons are usually bigger.  Our line also has the best firepower and we’re considered guardians of our race.  The red line is the fastest and highest to fly.”

Now, I knew why he was amused, and I laughed.

Dyvian laughed, too.  “I know, I know.  You have trouble gliding on air even just three feet off the ground, but as it’s in your blood to fly high, we’ll just have to work on your flying soon.”

Keeping my eyes shut when I was wide awake was getting exhausting, and I decided to distract myself with a bit more Evren trivia.  “Are there other colors?”

“Two more.  The blue ones are usually small.  They’re able to turn invisible more quickly than any other line, and they stay invisible the longest, too.  And finally, the green dragons are our race’s warriors.  They’re the largest and strongest of all four.”

The information he gave me was interesting, but not enough to distract me.  “I want to open my eyes now.”