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“You do know,” my grandma says, appearing in the corner of the room wearing the same yellow dress and hat that she keeps showing up in. She really needs to update her wardrobe. I walk forwards and tune Jasper out in the background because his exasperation isn’t helping anything. “Remember, Zoe.”
“Remember what?” I ask. “You told me not to forget, that Necos and Eirik or Ryes can help me, but that’s not happened. What have I forgotten?”
“Vitalis,” she says. “Spyte.”
“Who are they?”
“Friends. Or foe. I don’t know. Not yet.”
I sigh, looking back at Jasper, who seems so confused. “Sorry, this is just a little family meeting.”
“You’re talking to a wall,” he points out.
“She’s talking to me,” my grandma says, rolling her eyes. “This one is unknown to me, but he’s one of yours. I’m sorry I failed you, Ellie.”
“You didn’t fail,” I say, reaching for her hand. I squeeze it, the feeling being strange but comforting. “How can I remember what I’ve forgotten?”
“Ryes or Eirik could maybe help,” she says, tilting her head. “They can dreamscape, and maybe, they can persuade your subconscious to give up the secrets it’s holding onto.”
“How important is it that I remember?”
“Very,” she says, but she’s scrunching her brows because she doesn’t know one way or another. “It could change everything.”
I nod, and she disappears without even saying goodbye.
“Do I want to know?” Jasper asks, raising an eyebrow in question, his lips quirked up on one side as his jaw ticks slightly in annoyance.
“It depends. How much faith do you put into ghost stories?”
He laughs and directs my attention back to the plants in front of us. That’s where our comfort zone lies, that’s where we’re on the same page.
* * *
“I’m not feeling very well.”
“Aw, Ryes,” I say, looking at him sadly. He’s sweating, has a bright red nose, and as awful as it sounds, he’s looking overall just pretty pathetic. “Have you asked Zohar to heal you?”
He shakes his head. “Yeah,” he says in contrast to his body language. A pout appears on his face, and he looks so pitiful.
I bite my lip to stop theawthat wants to escape. He’s adorable and I love it. But I don’t think I should take pleasure in the fact that he’s suffering.
“No, you really should not,” he says, causing me to giggle. “Zohar’s busy.”
“He’s busy?” I ask incredulously.
“Yeah, he’s on an assignment and is refusing to come back here to heal me,” Ryes says, clutching his blanket even tighter. “He just doesn’t love me like you do.”
“It’ll be because he can’t,” I say reassuringly. “As soon as he’s back, he’ll help you.”
“I bet he could come back now,” Ryes mutters. “He’s just unwilling.”
I repeat: adorable. I love this with my whole heart.
“Why don’t you go see one of the other healers?”
“Because,” he says, pouting once again. I bite my lip, holding in the laughter, and he sighs. “You can laugh. I know you’re enjoying this.”
I burst into giggles and go to sit next to him on the sofa.
