Chapter 6
“I didn't know what to bring you,” he said, as she pulled open the door. “So, I brought you everything.”
Enya's mouth fell open in a giggle as Cole made his way through the hotel room door. There was free breakfast that ended half an hour after she woke up, so she sent him down to get it while she showered. There were no fresh clothes, since their sleepover hadn’t been planned, but at least she felt more alive.
“Did you bring me the entire buffet?” she said, as he set down three plates piled high. “How much do you think I eat?”
“I wanted you to have choices,” he admitted, as the plates almost toppled over.
“Do you eat?” she asked, and he smirked.
“Yes, darling.”
“Sorry, silly question,” she sat down at the desk. But Enya's interest in the food was second only to the scroll. She was typing frantically on her phone, and then scribbling on a spare napkin.
“I've got it,” she said suddenly. Cole looked at her in shock.
“What?”
“I cracked it,” she said, squinting at her scribbles. “That old man was right. Are you ready?”
He felt his stomach lurch as he sat at the end of the bed.
“Yes?” he said.
In a way, he’d gotten used to the fact that she would never solve it. Of course, he still had his mind on the goal. But the idea of spending all this time with her, in a constant limbo, did not sadden him.
She cleared her throat.
“In front of the pillars of Hercules, you will find the key. On this island, there exists a confederation of kings, of great and marvelous power. You will have sway of the world, if you climb the tower.”
“What the hell does that mean?” he asked, in confusion. The words were too fast, and he felt like they were no closer to what they needed.
“It's Plato,” she said. “Plato was...don't worry, it doesn't matter. And apparently, someone is either quoting him or Plato knew of magic, which explains so much. The fact is, I remember those verses. He's referring to Atlantis.”
“Well, where's that?” he asked, and she sighed.
“No one even thought Atlantis was real.” She typed a few more things on her phone. “I mean, it appears in hundreds of things as myths, but it looks like Plato thought it was Gibraltar….”
“Which is?”
“Very far from here,” she said. “We'd have to travel.”
“We?” he answered, and she shrugged.
“Do you honestly think I'd let you get this far and not come along for the ride?”
“What about your life here?” he asked, even though secretly, he was thrilled that she was considering coming along. “You have class, you have–”
“What difference does my life here make if you are going to take control of Earth?” she asked. “Or, let me put it another way; without you, I'm going to die. The safest place is with you. In more ways than one.”
He paused, picking at the bedspread.
“Is that the only reason?” he asked, cautiously. “Safety?”
Enya paused, and his heart thudded in his chest.
“No,” she said, coming to sit beside him. “It's not.”
He turned to look at her, and found that their lips were inches apart.
He knew this was a terrible idea. He knew that she was so different from him, so fragile, stuck in human form. They had grown up on such different worlds; they were such different creatures.
None of that stopped him from meeting her lips, and pulling her close.
She didn't pull away, nor did she seem surprised by this development. She kissed him back, her lips nipping and biting at his. At first, she was hesitant, but then the kiss deepened. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling her warm body against his.
When they finally broke apart, they were both panting.
“Wow,” she said. “I didn't expect that. Sorry, I don't have a toothbrush.”
He laughed at that, taking her hand.
“Do they not teach you humans romance?”
“Of course, they do,” she said. “But nothing taught me about kissing a dragon. Which, by the way, was excellent.”
Her stomach growled then, and her attention went back to breakfast. He let go of her hand, so she could pick at the bagels.
“Do you really want to come with me?” he asked. “Because I would be delighted to have you along.”
“I would,” she said. “I'm not the easiest person to travel with, though. There's meds, as I'm sure you've figured out by now.”
“We'll figure it out,” he assured her. “And my magic should return in a few days, so I'll be able to help you.”
“To cure me?” she asked, and he looked away. Regardless of the developments between them, he couldn't give over his whole heart, not yet. There had been too many times he had trusted and had his trust shattered. Even though she made his heart beat faster, and that he thought he was falling in love, he couldn't give her what she wanted. What if she lied? What if she left him? What if all of this was a ruse?
After all, if his own family had been that way, why would this be any different?”
“I will cure you when we’ve succeeded,” he said, at last. “But I’ll help you.”
“Mmm,” she didn't seem impressed, but her mind was already on the next step. “When do you want to go?”
“As soon as possible,” he said. “Without putting you in danger. You still need rest after last night, and I'm not willing to take any more chances.”
“I'm fine,” she tried to assure him. “But if we're going to be headed to a country where my doctor isn't, I need time to gather some meds. And maybe pack a suitcase.”
“I can get you whatever you need,” he said. “Why don't you stay here and give me a list?”
“I’m not going to break,” she said. “You need to believe in me. I mean, I got this far without you, didn't I?”
“That you did,” he said. “But we need to make sure that is true a little longer. Now, make me a list. Include things like paying your rent, anything that you need to do so your life isn't in shambles, should you return to it.”
“There won't be a return,” she was clear about that. “If we don't succeed, you know I’m not coming back here.”
He held her gaze for a long moment, and then sighed.
“Make me a list,” he said, turning to look out the window. He didn't want to tell her that she wouldn't die under his watch, even if they failed. Even if saving her was his last dying breath, he would probably do it. He hated himself for it; feelings this intense scared him. But it was true, and she'd be able to read it in his face if she looked at him any longer. “I'm going to extend our stay here. You're comfortable, and I don't want to overexert you more than you need.”
“Are you going to get my clothes, too?” she asked, teasing him.
“If that's what I need to do.” He pointed to the note paper on the desk. “Write.”
She made a list and handed over her apartment key, coming to terms with the fact that she would likely never return to it. Enya had never been obsessed with material goods; her apartment was sparse. Anything of value to her was still at her parent's house.
Her parents. She fiddled with her phone after Cole left, contemplating on whether she should text them. But what would she say?
I think I have a boyfriend? He's going to take over the world, and he's a dragon?
My boyfriend can cure me?
I just kissed a Dragon?
Going to Atlantis. Brb?
Clearly, there was not a right answer.
She climbed back under the warm covers, enjoying the simplicity of the hotel room. For when they left here, their entire life would be different.
Cole returned in two hours, and she chuckled as she let him in for the second time that day. He was even more burdened than that morning–with suitcases, and a back pack, as well as juggling various things in his hand.
“Thank you,” she said, as she realized he had gotten everything on the list. “That was fast.”
“It's easy when you know where you're going.” He winked at her. “I didn't end up going in the wrong direction.”
“Are you ever going to let me live that down?” she answered, as she sat back on the bed.
“Maybe,” he said. “How are you feeling? I assume that there’s a flight we have to take to get to where we need to go.”
“I'm alright,” she said. “There is a flight that leaves tonight, but I don't know if that's too soon. It’s expensive.”
“Hmm,” he flexed his palms, and she saw a tiny bit of magic spark. She looked at him, hopeful, and he winced.
“I could probably convince someone at the airport to give us a flight for free,” he said. “But that'd be it, we'd be back at zero. So, tell me honestly, how are you feeling?”
“I survived without you for a while,” she said. “And now that you've brought me meds, we'll just have to combat it the old fashion way. Have you ever flown before?”
He smirked, raising an eyebrow.
“Not what I meant,” she cried, throwing a pillow at him with a giggle. “In an airplane. Do you have those?”
“No, because I have wings.” He caught the pillow and sat beside her. “When's the flight?”
“Midnight,” she replied. “We would have to change planes in Belgium and then Spain, there's a huge layover, but it's still faster than any other option. It looks like there are still seats on it.”
“Well then,” he said. “I guess you'll be flying tonight.”
Just then, her phone rang. She glanced over, and saw that it was her mother calling. He reached for it, but she stopped him.
“No,” she said. “There's no point.”
“You'll make your parents panic if you don't answer the phone,” he said. “Whenever my mother sent out a magical ping, if we didn't answer it within a moment, she would–”
He stopped talking then. These were memories of happier times, when he still felt connected to his family–when life was easier and when he was a ruling Prince that had nothing to worry about but what girl would be in his bed and what party he would attend next.
She let the phone ring, her hand over his.
“I'll call them later,” she said. “At the airport, perhaps. It's alright.”
“Do you need anything else?” he asked, and she shook her head. “Then, we should go. Atlantis awaits. And hopefully, the key to all the magic.”
“Have you considered that it might not?” she asked, casually. “I mean, the message is pretty clear. But what if I'm wrong?”
“Then I'll keep looking,” he said. “I have all the time in the world, Enya. I can accomplish this.” He got up to head to the bathroom, making sure they hadn't forgotten anything. It was only once he was gone that she spoke, softly, and mostly to herself.
“I don't,” she said. Not that it mattered. Dead or alive, he would take control of this planet. She was just along for the ride, and, unfortunately, in love with him.
And she thought her university classes were complicated.