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In my nightmare, I’d activated my hellfire out of terror. Had I done it in my sleep?
Considering the evidence, I obviously had.
“Is everything okay?”
I turned to find Dezikiel entering my room, his brows knitted together as he took in my burned bedding.
“Yeah, it was an accident,” I mumbled as guilt washed over me. I would have to replace the bed, and I couldn’t afford something so lavish.
“And you’re unscathed?” Dezikiel asked, his attention now on me.
I nodded as I toyed with my bracelet nervously.
“Well, that’s all that matters. The bed can be replaced. Might be best if you gather up a few things, clothes and whatnot, and stay in Bug or Chumley’s room. They barely use them. I’ll get this sorted,” Dezikiel said as he eyed the scorched wall with a slightly perplexed look.
“I can pay for it, I’m sorry,” I murmured as utter dread washed over me. Training outside was one thing, but a fire inside the mansion? I was lucky Bug and Chum had come when they did. How was he not furious about this?
“Nonsense, it was an accident. Gather up clothes and go shower in one of their rooms. Bug, yours is the closest, she can borrow it until morning. We’ll have this sorted in no time,” Dezikiel instructed as he checked over the smoldering bed.
As if summoned, two of the keepers joined us and shuffled around the bed.
Chumley urged me into gear as he went over to my dresser. I joined him silently, grateful that Dezikiel wasn’t ripping me a new one.
I couldn’t believe I’d set my bed on fire.
I grabbed up a handful of clothes and some pajamas. Hopefully that would be enough. Bug disappeared into my bathroom and returned with my toiletries, which was thoughtful of him.
And then I was being ushered out as the keepers got to work dealing with my destroyed bed. How they were going to fix the burn marks on the surrounding furniture and walls was beyond me.
“My phone,” I groaned as I glanced over my shoulder at the phone that had melted on my bedside table.
Guess it was useless now.
“We’ll get you a new one,” Chumley stated as the pair of them walked with me.
Bug let me into his room, and I made a beeline for the shower, desperate to wash off the burned scent marring my skin.
As I locked myself into the bathroom and climbed into the shower, my mind jumped back to the eerie nightmare. Did it mean anything? It felt a little like those vivid dreams with my father.
I still wasn’t sure if they were even dreams. I needed to talk to Dezikiel about them. Maybe he’d know.
I washed my hair thoroughly until I couldn’t smell the burning stench anymore, and then I was dressed and walking back into the room to find Bug sprawled on one side of the bed with a book. Chum was nowhere to be seen.
A part of me knew I needed more sleep, the sun wasn’t up and I’d definitely be tired tomorrow, but I also couldn’t shake this weird feeling after the nightmare.
“Figured I should probably stay with you, make sure you don’t set my bed on fire too,” Bug gave me a small smile over his book.
“I can’t believe I did that,” I groaned as I joined him.
“What was your nightmare about?” he asked as he set his book down on the bedside table.
“Charlie. He attacked me with darkness,” I said, frowning as I chewed my lip.
“He makes us all feel funny. Well, us hellhounds and you,” Bug murmured as his brow furrowed.
“Why though?”
“I don’t know,” Bug said honestly.
