Chapter 93 : Connor

I didn’t know whether to grip onto Emmet harder or to scoot so far across the room from him so he was nowhere near. His warmth and compassion intensified the scalding in my head but I didn’t think I could move away even if I wanted to though. Something in me longed for the contact. Why could nothing be simple? I had no idea how many minutes had passed in this agony. It felt like years.             

 “Is everything all right in here Em?” Esmee asked smiling as she entered a little way into the door way of my room. It seemed a stupid question why did she think Emmet was on the floor half hugging half restraining me while I tried to stop crying?

 Out the corner of my eye I saw a big broad shouldered guy with brown ragged looking hair lurk with her as well. He stopped precisely at the boundary of my room, like somehow a big glass wall stopped him from getting any further. He wore jeans that were ripped at the knees and a black hooded top with skulls printed on it.  He wasn’t a particularly interesting looking chap but he stared at me with such an intensity it felt like he was trying to send me a message with his eyes. Or kill me on the spot. I wasn’t sure which.

 “You were meant to be doing Connors ambers here 15 minutes ago and he has been with me since wake up this morning as you can see he is very bored. Go talk about football or cars or whatever guys talk about.” Esmee giggled her cute little laugh echoing as she walked closer to us, before bending down beside of me and placing her hand subtly on my back.

 “What‘s the matter my lovely?” Esmee asked gently. I shook my head, unable to speak.

 “Aww sorry I’m late Connor.” Emmet said to the boy at the door way of my room. “I didn’t mean to be.” He let go of me and got to his feet going over to the boy at the door who smiled at him and shrugged his defined shoulders before going back to staring at me.

  For a moment I thought I had been set free. I thought I had won but I should have known better. I had only been handed to a different Dragon as Esmee grabbed hold of both of my hands before I had time to launch any real attack on the cold floor underneath.

 “Esmee. She’s on red. “Emmet said with a sigh from the door way as he was about to leave.  Connor winced at the mention of the high observations. I managed to find a way to bash my head against the floor. If I was going down I wasn’t going down without a fight.