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“What is it? When I asked it said it was you.” Beth wasn’t sure why she was so calm with him all of a sudden but there was something about his reaction and the way that Caelan trembled beside her that made her think that he really was different now.

“It’s an old god. The god of nightmares and pride.”

“What happened, Zeke?” Caelan asked harshly, though there was an undertone in his voice that suggested he was about to burst into tears. “In that field.”

“It was when I was with the Covenant. There was a village that was plotting the downfall of vampires everywhere. They even had a plan to kill the queen. I was sent there with orders to burn it to the ground and make sure none survived. So I did.”

Caelan took in a sharp breath. “You’ve never told me about that.”

“You don’t like talking about it. And neither do I.”

Nobody moved for a long time.

“Do you know someone called Storm?” Beth asked eventually.

“Storm? What about him?” Zeke said.

“I wanted to make sure that was actually real.”

“Has he been playing in your dreams?” he asked, an eyebrow raised.

“How do you know?”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s one of his favourite pastimes. And the only way he can communicate right now.”

“He said that he could find out if I was pregnant or not, and that I wasn’t a witch.”

“Did he clarify what he believed you to be?”

“He said I was the same as him.”

Zeke’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

“That’s what he said.”

“I’ll have to speak with him when he gets back.”

Silence settled again, and reigned for several minutes.

“Why were you all in here when I woke up?” Beth asked.

“Liam, Elijah and Mark came in and, uh, woke us up,” Zeke said.

Beth could have sworn she could see Caelan blushing.

“Isabella had come in to check on you and you were all over the place apparently, having a fit or something. Though if you were experiencing a visit from the god of nightmares, I’m not surprised. I think he’s been hiding in my dreams,” Zeke whispered, to no one in particular, it seemed.

“That dream you had last night...” Caelan trailed.

“And the one from a couple of days ago,” Zeke shuddered, his voice cracking.

From the look on Caelan’s face, he didn’t know what Zeke was talking about, and didn’t want to know.

“I’m different now,” he said to Beth again, earnestly. “I’m not like that, I don’t want to be like that. I was like that because I felt as though no one would care if I got arrested, or killed...”

“I would have cared,” Caelan murmured to himself.

A small smile tugged at Zeke’s lips. “Now I know, yeah. I’m different now though, Beth, I promise.”

“No murderous tendencies?” she joked, trying to make light of it.

He smiled. “Oh I wouldn’t say that. I just don’t feel entirely obliged to act on them.”

Then she suddenly remembered last night when he’d been looking down at Onyx on the floor.

You’ve no idea how much I want to kill him right now,” he’d said, hadn’t he.

But he hadn’t. Which was a good thing, definitely.

The End

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