That last statement caused Enya to look up from her notes, as it did for most students. However, it wasn't the food that enticed her, but the idea of multiple translators in one place. She could bring the scroll and pretend like it was a puzzle. This could give her the headway she needed.
Secretly, Enya also wanted a chance to feel pretty and good about herself, something that she hadn't experienced in months. To put on a formal gown and dance the night away sounded wonderful.
She blushed when she realized that Cole was on her arm in that image. With his dark hair and pale skin, he would be a sight to see.
She shook the image from her head. This was not the way she was supposed to be thinking about him.
As class was dismissed, she gathered up her books in a hurry. Her stomach had been growling, and she figured eating would distract her. Enya very rarely could eat when she was hungry; either her stomach disagreed, or her medication schedule didn’t allow for it. But these days, she could eat anything.
Rushing out into the hallway, she bumped straight into Cole.
He looked slightly out of place, standing in the middle of all the college students. If she were to compare him to humans, she would say that he was probably in his 30s. Even though he had chosen a more normal style of clothing today, she still thought he stood out somehow. His jeans were too expensive looking, and his gray shirt fit him too well.
“What are you doing here?” she asked in shock. He raised his eyebrow, a slight smirk on his face.
“Is that any way to greet me, love? Given what I'm doing for you.”
Enya rolled her eyes, shifting her backpack to the other shoulder.
“That's not what I meant. I meant what are you doing here, in my school, right now?”
“I came to check on your progress, of course,” he answered. “And your library.”
“Our library?” she said. “I've checked the library, and I've gotten all the books that could be of use.”
“Ah well,” he said as his eyes twinkled, “two sets of eyes are better than one, aren’t they?”
“Sure.” She felt slightly annoyed that he didn't trust her, but she supposed any help couldn’t hurt at this point. Her stomach suddenly let out a growl loud enough for Cole to hear. She didn't want to say anything because her time with Cole was precious and although she wasn't sure how she felt about him, she wanted to learn more who he was.
She led the way to the large library containing stacks upon stacks of dusty books that no one ever looked at. Even Cole coughed as they made their way through them to the language books.
“No one uses them,” she said. “Everything is online. It's –” she was about to explain, and then he laughed.
“Do you think I don't know what online is?” he asked. “Our civilization is far more advanced than yours.”
“I forgot,” she replied. “Everything about you seems so…old fashion.”
“Does it?” he cocked an eyebrow. “You would be blown away by the things you would see on Umora.”
“I…” she started, about to retort with a witty comeback. But then she felt a knot in her throat, a side effect of not eating. Her window of hunger had passed, and it had turned to nausea. She wavered slightly, and Cole’s gaze turned protective and concerned.
“Are you alright?”
“I'm fine.” She tried to waive it off, but it was clear that her body was fighting her. She reached out for the shelf and Cole quickly caught her before she fell. “It's fine. I just need to eat something.”
“God damn it, woman, why didn't you say something?” he asked. “Where is there food on this sprawling metropolis?”
“It was Tuesday meaning that her tuition payment had come out of her account. If she had any hope of making it to next semester, or at least until her next loan payment, $5.99 specials were not in her future. “I'm alright.”
“What, you don't eat on Tuesdays?”
She would have laughed if it weren't so sad. Instead, she briefly leaned her head against his shoulder, trying to get her bearings.
She knew he could kill her, but she had seen her blood tests. He could also save her, if he wanted.
“God,” she managed, when the feeling had passed. “That was close.”
“Close to what?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Last time I was in here, I forgot lunch as well and ended up on the floor. It seems to be a trend around here.”
“Enya,” he said. “I would appreciate you not dying before you solved my mystery.”
“Sorry to inconvenience you,” she replied. “Dou think you can take me home?”
“Aye,” he answered, although there was an unexpected note of sympathy in his voice.
Lately, she noticed that he didn’t choose to flood her with magic, nor did he choose to cure her there and then. Had it been a one-time proposition? Was being a dragon shifter, a part witch, something that he made up? Something that could only be done at a certain time?
She had to know. Once she was inside the confines of her tiny apartment, the questions came flooding out.
“Can you show me?”
“Show you what?” he asked, with raised eyebrows as he had barely finished shutting the door.
“That you are a dragon? I know you have magic; I saw my blood tests. But you have to understand why this is all so hard for me to believe.”
He said nothing as he leaned against the counter, and her heart plummeted.
“You aren't, are you?” she asked. “God, I'm an idiot.”
“I am,” he assured her, with a glare that could be described as icy. “But it's not as simple as that.”
“What, it needs to be a full moon?” she taunted him. The lack of food was making her head pound, and she was feeling testy.
“No,” he replied, “but it takes a higher level of magic to transform on Earth than on Umora. And I don't have an unlimited amount of magic here. So, if I show you to satisfy your curiosity, you better not need any relief for about a week. Is that clear?”
She considered this, and then nodded.
“Just toss me that banana and there's half a sandwich in the fridge. I'll be alright. My blood tests after the last time were good.”
He sighed, clearly not a fan of this plan. But as powerful as he felt, he understood that she could refuse to help him. She was dying one way or another, and his threats didn't mean as much to her as they did to a healthy person.
“Fine,” he said, as he retrieved the food. “Stand back. Don't move. This apartment is barely big enough to hold both of us, forget a dragon.”
“Right,” she sat on her loveseat against the wall and crossed her legs, watching him intently.
She wasn't sure what to expect, if anything at all. But when the gold magic started swirling around him, she knew that everything he told her was true.
The magic began to engulf him, the gold burning her eyes. She reached up to shield her eyes, but she couldn't tear her gaze completely from him. Giant wings began to expand, and his head went from human to angular. Smoke came from his nose, and green and gold scales engulfed his body.
In almost no time at all, a beautiful dragon was standing in her living room, his wing span going from wall to wall. He dipped his angular head towards her, and she slowly unfolded herself from the couch, mesmerized.
“Wow, “she said. “You weren't joking.”
He met her eyes, lowering his head. With a smile, she reached up and her instinct of being an animal lover causing her to scratch his eye ridge
His multi-lidded eyes closed in pleasure, just for a moment.
“Are you in there?” she asked, softly. “Or is your brain all dragon now?”
Obviously, he couldn't answer her. But he bumped his head against her hand, and his eyes flashed.
“Yes, you are,” she grinned. “You are in there.”
They stood in silence for a moment, and he sat back on his haunches. He had to duck his head to a
void hitting her ceiling, and she smiled.
“Alright,” she said. “You proved it to me. I'm going to change. Maybe you should change, too.”
He cocked his head, to indicate that he understood. She headed into her bedroom, shutting the door.
It was only then that she covered her face with her hands, and took a deep breath.
This was real. Everything she knew before him had been a lie. Dragons were real, witches were real, and despite what the doctors had told her, there was a cure for her. And the cure was standing in her living room.
She took her time changing into sweatpants, pulling back her hair as she finished the banana in her hand. When she felt less shell shocked, she opened the door again.
Cole was sitting on the loveseat as if nothing had ever happened. He looked tired, but satisfied.
“Believe me now, do you?”
“I believed you before,” she said, as she leaned on the counter. “I just needed to see it. I needed to see that my hope was real.”
“Hope?” he asked, confused.
“Hope,” she said. “For a cure.”
“Oh,” he clearly hadn't thought of it that way. “Yes. That is real.”
“Is it easier for you?” she asked. “To be a dragon? Or is it human that is easier?”
“Easier?” that seemed to confuse him even more. “There isn't one form that's easier. On Umora, everyone takes the form that suits them at the time. The dragon is easier to be angry, to be strong, but a human form has it's advantages as well.”
“But there must be one that you prefer.”
“Didn't you grow up bilingual?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Perfectly? There isn't a language that you prefer, is there?”
“No,” she admitted. “Both my parents' languages are natural to me. I wouldn't know how to be unilingual.”
“There you go,” he replied. “We aren't so different, are we?”
“No,” she said, “we aren't.”
“Now that it's all sorted,” he pointed to the half-eaten sandwich, the moment broken. “eat. And then it's back to work. I can't wait forever.”
“Neither can I,” she said, as she moved towards the sandwich. They were both on borrowed time it seemed, and she wasn't sure which of them would outlast the other – in patience, or in life.
Chapter 4
“I think I have a solution,” Enya said, when he burst into her house for the third day that week. “But we have to go out.”
He leaned against the wall in the front hallway.
“How long have you been thinking about that excuse?” he asked, although it was slightly good natured. “Why didn't you say it yesterday?”
“Because yesterday, I wasn't quite so desperate,” she replied. “But today, I'm at the end of my rope.”
“I thought you were good at this,” he said, and she rolled her eyes.
“I am good at this. But in terms of education, I'm still only in my second year. And I spend half my time trying not to throw up. Can you have some compassion?”
“The world showed no compassion to…” he was about to lament his own misfortune, but her eyes, large and pleading, told him otherwise. “Never mind. Fine. Yes. What's your idea?”
“Why are you so testy today?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “What happens when you are away from me?”
That was not an answer he wanted to give her. That was an answer that involved long hours of walking the streets, of lurking, and of finding a place where he wouldn't be noticed. He hadn't been back to Umora in weeks, and Earth didn't exactly have exciting possibilities. Conserving his magic except to convince people to give him food and shelter wasn't the most exciting story, but he wasn't about to admit that to her.
“What is your idea, Enya?” he asked as she sighed.
“The translator's ball,” she replied. “It's tonight, and there will be top-notch translators there. The theme is all about puzzles and games. We could easily sneak our puzzle in and see if anyone could help.”
“Do you realize how compromising that could be?”
“It could,” she said. “If I didn't know who could be trusted, who could be too drunk to say a word about yet another puzzle they had to solve.”
“Hmm,” he contemplated. “And you realize if this goes wrong, it's on your head?”
“Will you stop threatening to kill me?” she asked him. “Because that's my fate, no matter what you do. The only way this works in my favor is if it works out exactly the way you want it.”
“You're right,” he sighed, giving up. “Fine. What do you need to go to this ball?”
“You,” she replied, and his shoulders tensed.
“Oh no,” he said. “You are not roping me into this.”
“I can't go alone,” she protested. “Don't you think it will look odd, me standing alone, shuffling this puzzle around?”
“As opposed to someone they've never seen, who is not a translator?”
“But you can speak another language,” she pointed out. “It's just one they've never heard before.”
He smirked at that.
“You’ve thought this out, haven’t you?”
“Possibly,” she admitted, blushing. “What harm could it do, really? I need a boost, and if this world is to be your new life until you are accomplished, then you might as well get out and about.”
He said nothing to that, crossing his arms.
“Fine,” he said. “What do you need?”
“I have everything I need.” She eyed her closet, knowing there was one dress that could still fit her rapidly slimming figure. “The question is, what are you going to wear?”
“What do I need to wear?” It was the first time she had seen him look confident.
“Something formal, I imagine,” she said. “Do you have a suit? Can you get a suit? No, don’t just snap your fingers. You said you must conserve your magic. You can go shopping.”
“You're intolerable,” he said. “If I had known that in the park when we met, I–”
“You'd what?” She raised an eyebrow. “Would you really not work with me?”
Something passed between them – a look, a glance – and he felt lost for words.
“No,” he stuttered at last. “I'd probably do the same thing.”
“Good.” She grinned.
In the end, they managed to get him a suit. She pointed him around the corner to a mall, and he managed to not kill anyone on the way there or back. Sharing the space to get dressed was a little tricky, however. She seemed to take on new energy when she was preparing for a formal event. She moved between the bedroom and the living room, fixing her hair, using the better light for makeup, jostling around him. But when she stepped out of the room in a red dress with a billowing skirt and her hair piled on top of her head, Cole had to hold his breath.
Before, she was quirky and pretty in an unassuming sort of way. Now, she was simply stunning.
She wasn't anything like the dragon women or the witch women. She was her own person, her own type of beauty, and he had to look away.
“One would think you were stitching the dress by hand with the amount of time you took,” he said, standing up.
She couldn't stop staring at him. In a charcoal-grey suit and a black shirt, his eyes were piercing, his skin icy, and his cheekbones perfectly carved. He looked like a high fashion model that would stare back at her from the magazine pages, usually with an impossibly beautiful woman in his arms.
“Did you buy that off the rack?” she asked, when she felt like she could speak properly. “The suit?”
“There was a man who was eager for a commission,” Cole replied. “And I was eager for him to shut up. Now, how are we getting there?”
“Do you have legs?” she asked. “It's not far.”
“Walking?” He raised an eyebrow. “Commoner.”
“And don't forget it,” she teased. “A
lthough the people going tonight will not be commoners. The tickets are expensive, but experiences are included in my scholarship.”
“You know you don't have to worry about money, right?” he held open the door for her, shockingly gentlemanly of him. “I don't know what you need, but one snap of the finger, and I could get it.”
She raised an eyebrow as she headed out the door, both at his comment and his sudden display of manners. Now that she had seen him in dragon form, she could see the similarities in things like the way he moved and the way his eyes flashed. How she had ever seen him as anything but different was completely stunning, really, given how different he seemed.
“Aren't you supposed to be conserving your magic?”
“Uh,” he grunted. “Maybe anything you want after next week.”
“Anything?” she teased him as they hit the pavement. It was early in the evening, but the night air was already chilly. Enya crossed her arms over her chest, trying to keep out the chill as she walked. “I want a unicorn.”
“No you don't,” he replied. “They are nasty, evil creatures, who will stab you at any opportunity.”
Her mouth fell open.
“Don't say that. My childhood!”
“Dragons are nicer than unicorns,” he said. “And dragons are not nice at all.”
“What is nice then?” she asked, determined that her entire perception of the world was going to be ruined.
He paused, thinking for a moment. She was leading the way, so he didn't have to concentrate on where they were going.
“Werewolves, as you know them, or wolf shifters, aren't bad. Very sociable. Very touchy.”
“Werewolves?” she asked in disbelief. “The whole world is going crazy.”
“Don't believe everything you read,” he warned her. “The world isn't as you think it is.”
“I know that,” she replied. “I knew that the moment I was diagnosed. They teach you in school that you can grow up and be anything that you want; that the world is at your fingertips, that it's easy if you just try. But…” she realized the conversation had suddenly taken a dark turn. “Sorry. Never mind. Where were we?”
“Never mind where we were,” he said, grabbing her wrist. “My world crashed under me when they told me I wasn't their Prince. It didn't make an ounce of difference what I wanted or what I will get, and it shouldn't make a difference to your life, either.”
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