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âDo you think I can?â I asked. âReach peace?â
His face softened as he took in my worry as well. âDaughter, I know you can. You are the strongest person Iâve ever known. But just remember, there are those you can lean on. Donât hesitate. Let them help you and youâll succeed.â
âLike my mates?â
âYeah, like them. And others. Family and those who will become like family. You are meant for such great things, Emelia. Donât forget that.â
I fell back into his arms again and buried my face in his shirt.
âIâm scared, Dad,â I admitted with a sigh. âIâm scared of so many things and I donât know if I can do it. I donât know if I can be strong enough to find my peace, even if you think I can.â
There was a long pause as my words sunk into my fatherâs head.
âItâs okay to be scared, Emelia. If youâre never scared, you wouldnât have the chance to be brave. Bravery comes when youâre scared of something, but you do it anyway. Be brave, sweetheart. Always, be brave.â
I nodded my head, understanding what he was telling me.
I needed that peace he promised me, but in the meantime, I would thrive in the chaos. All I needed to do was be brave.
I felt my body begin to wake and I hugged my father tighter. These dreamscape visits were few and far between, but I savored every single one.
âThereâs one more thing I need to tell you, Emelia,â my dad said, this time with a light chuckle.
âYeah? Whatâs that?â I asked.
âHeâs not as bad as he seems. And make sure you tell him âMeathead says hiâ.â
âWho? What? Whoâs Meathead?â
Chapter Eight
âEmi, honey, whoâs Meathead?â Xan asked me in a groggy voice, waking me up.
âWhat? Oh.â I must have been talking in my sleep. I rubbed my tired eyes and blinked them a few times. âMy dad, I think. He told me to tell someone âMeathead says hi,â whatever that means.â
I snuggled further into my mateâs warm chest and moaned contently.
âHow long have you been meeting your dad in a dreamscape?â
I shrugged my shoulders. I didnât realize I hadnât told him about my visits with my dad. It wasnât like I was keeping it from him, it just never came up.
âSince my first shift. But he doesnât visit me very often. Not nearly as often as Iâd like.â
âThatâs how they work.â Xan put his finger under my chin, guiding my face up toward his. He gave me a single slow kiss and pulled away looking down into my hooded eyes. âWhat did he have to say?â
I sighed and rolled away, sitting up on the side of the bed. Xan was a dragon, so he knew about how we could communicate with our ancestors in our dreams. But did his dead relatives only give him super important information? I didnât want to tell Xan what my dad had just told me. How could I? He was already stressed with the idea of protecting me. How could I tell him things are probably going to get much, much worse in the near future? How could I tell him I needed him and Ronan if I were to make it out of this thing alive?
I felt Xanâs warm hand on my wrist. âEmi. What did your dad say?â
I sighed and slumped in defeat. I couldnât lie to him, but I couldnât tell him the whole truth either. Besides, I didnât know if the things my father told me would come to pass. So far, everything my father told me had been cryptic, at best. Different people would interpret the messages Iâve been getting from my dad in different ways, so it was hard to tell what they meant. However, some things were clear.
I sighed again.
âMy dad talks in riddles most of the time, but I think somethingâs coming, Xan. My dad told me I needed to be brave and I should trust my instincts, whatever that means.â
Xan pulled on my wrist making me turn to face him. The look in his eyes could only be described as serious.
âWas there anything else? Tell me exactly what he said to you.â
His expression told me he believed whatever we learned in our dreams would come to pass. He was hanging on every word, every thought.
âHe said every journey has bumps in them and Iâm getting ready to hit some big ones. That I needed to trust my instincts and the people who I felt were trustworthy. He told me I needed to let the people around me help because I wonât be able to do it all on my own. He said it was my mates, my family, and the people who would become my family would be the ones to help me, but there was peace at the end if I was brave enough to survive it. Thatâs it, besides the Meathead thing.â
Xan looked down at his fingers wrapped around my arm and released them. He sat straight up in the bed and put his head in his hands.
âThat didnât sound very cryptic to me. That sounded pretty specific to me actually.â
âWell, thatâs my interpretation of it. I could be wrong, I mean, when he first came to me, he told me he would sound like a fortune cookie. He wasnât lying about that. Itâs mostly vague prophecies of the future that I donât know for sure will happen.â
âOh, itâll all happen,â he retorted and slid off the bed. He put his hands on his hips. âOne thing you should know about being a dragon, your ancestors donât speak in half truths or lie, like, at all. They tell you what they can to help you on your journey, but itâs always the truth. When your dad says things are going to be happening soon, he means very fucking soon. Are you sure you told me everything?â
Feeling completely chastised, I lowered
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