I stopped glaring at him.I turned away, my mind reeling. That made so much sense. It explained the way I felt like I already knew him. I took a deep breath of the fresh, chilly air and almost immediately my head started to spin.
We knew each other. But why did he act like we were strangers? Was Kent even his real name?
“How . .? Why . . ?”
“You’re not ready for this conversation.”
“What do you mean I’m not ready? I want to know what’s happening!”
“You’re not back to your normal self.”
“I want to know why I don’t remember anything about who I am. Where did I come from? Where’s my family? Do I even have a family?”
“You have a brother.”
“I have a brother?”
“Yes. As far as I know, he’s your only family.”
“Where is he?” I stopped.
Kent shook his head.
“Why am I here?”
“I’ll tell you everything when you’re ready.”
“No. Stop treating me like a delicate flower. I can handle it!” I pushed his arm away.
Suddenly, my skin burned and I could not seem to get enough air. My vision blurred as I tried to catch my breath. Then strong arms wrapped around my shoulders. The truth was, his proximity gave me peace, and I needed him more than I ever would dare to admit.
“I’ll tell you everything when the time’s right,” he whispered in my ear.
“Now. I need to know now.” I stepped away from him.
His arms fell to his sides, and for a moment, there was a new expression in his dark eyes. The next moment, he grabbed my hand and pulled me through an opening in between two evergreen bushes. My feet were unsteady, slipping on the branches and the carpet of dry needles beneath me. When at last he let go of my hand, we were in a small clearing surrounded by trees and greenery on every side.
“Please. You have to tell me what you know.” I breathed.
For a moment, all I could see was his back. The wide shoulders in a well-fitting leather suit, his wavy, dark hair. Slowly, he turned his head so I could see his amazingly beautiful profile.
“The council discovered that you’re a descendant of the red dragon line, and they brought you here against your will.They want you to be obedient and compliant, which is why they’ve been giving you that drink.”
I swallowed. It was nothing that had not already crossed my mind at one time or another. But it was a relief to finally hear it from someone else, and know that I was not going mad, that my suspicions were valid.
“Why can’t I remember anything?”
“I don’t know what they’ve been giving you. I suspect it has something to do with the medicine.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Why are you here?”
“I came for you.”
“Why?”
