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have been the best nap of her life.
Her back arched high, and she would've flown clear off the bed had
Azoth not held her down.
    The pain! Oh God, the pain! Every nerve
ending and skin cell lit up like it had been soaked in gasoline and
had a match thrown onto it.
    Diana screamed.

Chapter Four
     
    "Nyx! You wretched whoreson! I will kill you
for this! I swear it!"
    Azoth sounded pissed. It took a half second
for Diana to remember why, then she felt that weird tingling all
through her body, and then the pain of waking up. Ignoring Azoth's
continued ranting and raging at a fae man likely long dead, she
lifted her hand to her head. Her hair was all puffed out and felt
wiry to the touch. It crinkled loudly between her fingers.
    And had the horrible scent of burned
hair.
    If she could open her eyes she would’ve
cried. Her hair, the most beautiful part of her body, was
completely destroyed.
    "Diana," Azoth must have noticed her
movement. He took her hand and held it in his own. "Are you well?
Say something."
    A pained roar sounded in the distance. Her
teeth vibrated with it. The dragon , she realized.
    "Diana. Do not leave me again." Azoth's voice
choked as he spoke. He was terrified. Of her leaving? She supposed
anyone would be when she was the only company to be had for one
thousand years.
    "What happened?" She had to force her lids
open through what felt like several days worth of caked on dust.
Azoth was above her, worry all over his face, but not panic. He was
relieved. His large chest heaved as he seemed to breathe a sigh of
relief when she opened her eyes. She didn’t know what there was to
be happy about.
    The hard ground beneath her fell away, and
she was suddenly aware of the sensation of being held securely in
solid muscled arms as Azoth walked away with her. She felt so small
as he held her. He carried her like she weighed as much as a sack
of cotton balls. It brought the uneasy feeling of being helpless
against him, and entirely cared for at the same time.
    That warm feeling in her body returned, and
she sank against him.
    She wouldn't make a fuss about being held by
him. Not now. “Where are we going?”
    “To the spring. I know not why Nyx would
attack you, but now we must cleanse you. Your clothing is
ruined.”
    Clothes too. Great.
    “Who is Nyx?” She asked, even though she had
a pretty good idea from that vision she’d had during her
electrocution.
    Azoth’s strong jaw tightened at the question.
“A former servant of your house. Do you truly have no
memories?”
    Her head was pounding and she feared another
coming nosebleed. Diana still couldn’t allow herself to think that
these visions were actual memories, but all the same—
    “I saw him, just now, when I was…” she didn’t
even have a word for what had happened to her. “He didn’t look like
he’d want to hurt me.” Then she thought of something. “How did you
know he was the one to attack me?”
    Azoth neck and jaw tightened, an angry red
flush creeping up the flesh there. “It was his name you cried out
when the tremors took you.”
    He looked down at her, brows raised. “Certain
that he would not harm you, are you?”
    Diana thought it over. He—Nyx—had asked her,
that other her, to marry him to help her avoid a fixed marriage.
She didn’t want to say anything about that just in case Azoth
didn’t know of it, but all the same...
    “I guess. What else can you tell me about
him, though? Just in case I'm missing something.” Diana's body
still trembled from the attack, but the sudden vision did nothing
to upset the clarity of her mind, and she was both painfully
curious and awake now.
    Azoth sighed and seemed to swallow any harsh
feelings he had on the subject, if only to please her with an
answer to her question. “From what I knew of you, you had both been
close, allowed to become friends since you were the youngest of
your sisters, and it would hardly matter if you befriended a
servant.”
    That made her pause. "Sisters? I