Chapter 39 : Message

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They are also called hamadryads,

A term in Greek mythology,

For nymphs or nature spirits

living in trees

Taking the form of beautiful young women.

They are Dryads.

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"Let me get this straight

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"Let me get this straight..." Liam dribbled obscene markings on his notebook. "...you had a dream about some huge bat--"

"With red eyes," I whispered, trying to be as discreet as possible.

Liam quirked an eyebrow and nodded uncertainly. "With red eyes, who wanted to eat you, but Henry intercepted and marked you with a hickey?"

Even though we spoke in low tones, I noticed his disgust at the word 'hickey'.

I nodded and returned to the book in front of me, pretending I was taking notes. We were in greek class and Mr. Metallicbutt was busy writing on the board. I couldn't pay attention in the last thirty minutes, so I had no idea what he was saying or writing.

"Did he draw any blood?"

I stilled. "No. Was he trying to turn me into a crocotta?"

Liam exhaled and ran a hand through his hair. "As long as he didn't draw blood, you're safe. But I don't think it can be activated through dreams. I'm not so sure. This is quite new. Does Zion know about this?"

I shook my head. "No."

If he finds out, he'll flip.

Besides, I hadn't spoken to him ever since the incident. After Liam had seen the hickey, I made it a priority to hide it. Zion, Liam, and I had to leave the house for school before my dad came home.

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