Chapter 95 95- Do Not Let Him Make You Forget The Plan
LEXI
Talking to my parents is hard. They are clearly worried and sympathetic, but since they can’t really do much right now, they’re being aggressively positive about everything. Mum in particular is acting like her usual unbothered self, taking everything in stride like this is just another strange twist in life rather than the complete upheaval it feels like to me. She’s excited for me because I finally know what kind of shifter I am. A unicorn. Even saying that in my head still feels a little unreal. She keeps telling me I can handle this. That I’ll be fine. That things will work out. The frustrating part is that when she says it, it sounds completely sincere. She actually believes it, and because it’s her saying it, a small part of me believes it too. My mum has always been like that. Calm in the middle of chaos, certain that things will somehow work themselves out in the end. Normally it’s comforting. Right now it just makes me want to cry harder. I decide that I still want to go visit them as soon as possible. Being stuck here while they’re out there worrying about me feels wrong somehow. If Blake comes with me, it might actually be possible. He’s strong, and people are definitely scared of him now. Maybe that would be enough to keep things
safe for a quick visit. Still, even with that thought in my mind, I can’t help the tears building up during the entire phone call. I try to keep my voice steady,
but every time Mum asks if I’m okay or tells me she’s proud of me, my throat tightens again. By the time I hang up, I’m barely holding it together. Blake
comes over almost immediately after I end the call. Somehow, within a few minutes, he manages to make me laugh. I’m not even entirely sure how he does
- it. Maybe it’s the stupid joke about my gold hooves matching his horns, or maybe it’s just the way he talks about the situation like it’s something practical
we can work around instead of some impossible disaster. Everything suddenly feels a little less terrifying. I don’t know if it’s because his logic is actually
right, or if it’s just the reminder that I’m not dealing with all of this alone. Either way, it helps. It takes me a little while to pester Blake into going back to
his own room. He clearly doesn’t want to leave, hovering like a very large, very stubborn guard dog that refuses to stop watching the door. I remind him that
I need some privacy, some time to myself, and that I’ll be right next door if anything happens. Mostly though, I can see how tired he still is. He barely slept, and he’s been worrying about me nonstop since yesterday. He won’t rest properly if he’s sitting in the room watching me breathe like I might disappear the moment he looks away. Eventually he relents and leaves. I hope he actually rests. Because if he keeps pushing himself like this, I’m going to end up
worrying about him instead.
About five minutes after Blake leaves, my phone starts to ring. The sudden noise makes me jump a little in the quiet room. I roll onto my back and grab the phone from beside me. It’s an unknown number. I hesitate for a moment, staring at the screen while it vibrates in my hand. Normally I would ignore a call like that, but… A lot of strange things have been happening lately. If this whole unicorn situation has already spread as far as the principal says it has, it could be anyone calling. A teacher. Someone from the Academy. Maybe even one of the security people she mentioned. Or someone awful. I grimace. Still… It’s not like anyone can actually do anything to me through the phone. Except hurt my feelings or scare me I guess. And honestly, that feels like a very real
possibility right now. With a small sigh, I flop back against my pillow and answer the call.
“Hello?” I ask warily.
“Lexi. It’s me.” The voice is immediately familiar.
“Principal Istvan?” I ask, pushing myself upright again in surprise.
“Yes.” She answers.
“Huh… Not that I mind but… Why exactly are you calling me?” I ask, genuinely baffled. She already talked to me earlier, and that conversation had been stressful enough.
“I asked the Academy to let me know when you were alone. I wanted a chance to speak with you privately.” She explains. Ah. That actually makes sense. There was absolutely no way Blake was leaving me alone in her office earlier, and honestly I hadn’t really been in the mond to keep talking either. My brain had been too full of panic and worst–case scenarios,
“Okay?” I answer cautiously, not sure where this is going.
“Before I start, I want to clarify that what I’m about to say is in no way an attack on Blake or your judgement.” She clarifies. I frown immediately. That does not sound good.
“Okay… So you’ve said that.” I reply slowly. I’m not really sure what response she expects from me. It feels exactly like when someone says ‘no offence right
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before they say something extremely offensive. Just saying it first doesn’t magically make whatever comes next harmless. There’s a long sigh on the other end of the line.
“Look, I just wanted to warn you to be careful of Blake. For your sake and his. I know the two of you are very close, but he is still a dragon. In some ways that is an advantage to you. He is a deterrent for those who want to hurt you, and he is physically and magically capable of protecting you. More importantly, he is instinctively driven to do so.” She reminds me. I open my mouth to argue that Blake isn’t dangerous to me, but she continues before I get the chance.
“But dragons have other instincts.” She says carefully.
“And one of those instincts is to collect and possess rare or unique things.” She points out. I blink.
“You’re both.” She adds. There’s a pause before she continues, her tone thoughtful rather than accusatory.
“Combined with your relationship, I believe you might very well be his kryptonite. Blake has a lot of self–control. I’m intelligent enough to see that. But instincts don’t disappear just because someone is disciplined. They’re still there.” She continues. I shift slightly on the bed, gripping the edge of the blanket.
“I’m not saying he would hurt you.” She adds quickly.
“I don’t believe that. But he might try to control you. And I don’t know what would happen if, for some reason, you ever wanted to walk away.” She says
gently like she isn’t sure how I’m going to take it. The words land heavily in the quiet room.
“And before you argue, I just want to remind you that you yourself have already seen the kinds of things he’s willing to do to protect you. With the situation
you’re in now… Well, I can only imagine those reactions will become more extreme.” She continues. My chest tightens slightly.
“It might be fine. It might never become a problem. But I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t at least tell you to be careful.” She concludes. When she finishes, I
sit there silently for a moment, staring at the far wall.
“I think I’ll be fine.” I answer quietly. The problem is.., She’s right. I do worry about that. About the way Blake reacts when someone threatens me. About how easily he crosses lines that I wouldn’t. About how calm he had looked when he hurt Aaron. I had pushed those worries aside when everything else started happening. Because I needed his help. Because I wanted to rely on him. But what if something happens again? I already told him there are things I
couldn’t tolerate. Lines I wouldn’t cross. What would I do if he crossed one of those lines? I couldn’t just ignore it. I would have to stand by what I believe.
But if I’m completely reliant on him for my safety… How could I even do that?
“Alright.” Principal Istvan says after a moment.
“That’s all I really needed to say. Take care of yourself, and if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.” She says kindly, then the line goes dead. I slowly
lower the phone and stare at it. Well. There goes my plan for a relaxed and peaceful afternoon.
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He is the only one who can protect her right now. Wait until her life is threatened! I bet she would
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
