• ~ Landen~


    I sat back in my chair after the holographic projector shut down and left the room, that meeting was tiring and I thought it would never go my way. But it did, thankfully.
    A new image hit me, a new fragment of the future that was ever so changing, I could never control when or where I got the images; despite my position.
    Tory is sitting in the tech lab, staring aimlessly at the wall of computers. Deep in thought.
    Gabby is writing down notes from a recorder that has Tory’s voice playing, they had used it to record the translation from the book. ‘The past to the present’, as they now had found out.
    Myself in my office, about to be shot dead by Darren and no-one knew about it or how it had happened.
    Noah and Tory getting closer, despite the fact that he was planning on get married to another woman later.
    Tory using fire on a NightDust man and a wolf is standing next to her in a protective and defensive pose.
    The visions stopped there, I couldn’t see more than what was given to me. That was depressing me because I was meant to have such a great and powerful talent, yet I couldn’t control what I saw.
    One thing was for sure, if Tory didn’t stay at with the Drake Agency, Noah would die at the hands of his older brother. His evil older brother. I could not allow that to happen, in life or in death because he was my son and he was the only one I had left.
    Don’t disappoint me Tory, I’m counting on you. I thought the only good words I had ever thought about her.

    ~Tory~


    I had just spent the last few hours poring over that damn book with the resident techie, Gabby Matthew. She was an alright character, hard warding and pushy but she was still alright.
    The beautiful tech support leader was just shorter than me with black hair and grey, cloudy eyes. I found out that she was a year older than me, yet sometimes she didn’t act her age. She could be serious and mature one minute and the next she could be immature and playful. I’d say she had split personality but it wasn’t that bad.
    Above everything, she was kind and point blank. She had told me when she first met me that she didn’t care about my past, it was the only the present and future that matter. I respected her for that reason.
    Hours, we had spent together and none of those hours had been boring around her. Now I was being treated like a prisoner again, being escorted to my new room with a group of surrounding guards.
    I was not happy about the idea.
    ~*~

    I couldn’t sleep at all, at eleven in the night I couldn’t sleep because I felt too restless. Todays and yesterday’s events should have had me knocked out as soon as my head hit the pillow. But it wasn’t working, my body and mind wouldn't shut down long enough to let me sleep and it was a really comfortable bed.
    Someone must have requested this room to be made up for me, or they just had a cruel sense for designing. It looked exactly like my room from my teenage years.
    Large four-poster king sized bed with a bedside table on each side, sitting in the middle of the room against the back wall. Windows lined one side on the wall with long purple curtains hanging along the sides. On the opposite side of the room, there were two doors; one lead to a walk in robe and the other to a bathroom.
    No doubt the robe had room for clothes and shoes, and had hidden compartments for weapons. It was just a habit people tended to have here, ‘cept there wouldn't be any weapons in those hidden compartments in my robe.
    A dresser sat a meter from the door and a long mirror stood between the bathroom and robe doors.
    Maybe that was why I couldn’t sleep, because this room was too much like my old one. It was creepy.
    I tried counting sheep and that didn’t work. I tried pacing around my room to make myself more tired, I was sure that I had done ten laps of the large room. That didn’t make me tired either.
    I walked out of my room, mentally remembering where it was this time and paced up the corridor. There was too much going on in my mind; it wouldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened to me the last few days.
    Being chased by NightDust, tracked down by Seth, being chased by NightDust again, being in a fire, getting into a fight with Amelia and Felix in the same night, working with Gabby and now a temporary Drake agent. It was my old life all over again, just more dangerous.
    How did I get myself into this…again, I thought to myself with a big sigh. Oh, that’s right; I didn’t get myself into it.
    “Why are you wondering around the halls at night and alone?” Noah’s voice came from the dark doorway at my side.
    I jumped; I hadn’t expected him to be there. I thought everyone was asleep, it was dead silent but then again, Noah moved like he was walking on air.
    “So, you finish translating that book?” he asked me, the slightest movement that looked like he was crossing his arms.
    I tilted my head towards him, I could just see the bottom of his chest and that was it. But from what I could see, he was wearing grey trackies and a black top.
    “I was directed not to talk about it to anyone.” I sneered at the word ‘directed’.
    He snorted. “Love, I’m not your normal Drake, I hope that hasn’t escaped you.” His Irish- American accent was a major turn on.
    I tried to curve my hormones back and only just succeeded with the help of the control I gained holding back the wolf.
    “No, that had not escaped me but I wasn’t told that I could talk to you about it now was I?” I turned my body to him and mimicked his pose.
    “Tory, this really isn’t a time to kid around here,” he was sounding more and more impatient. Good.
    “Take it up with the boss, Drake.” I went to turn away from him.
    He grabbed my upper arm before I could walk away, I turned my head to look at him. He had moved out of the shadows to grab me, his face was ragged from lack of sleep and possibly nightmare ridden eyes. It got me worried and I hated that I felt that way. Sort of.