One - Hundred Seventy:  Dark Skies

One-Hundred Seventy: Dark Skies

Dimitri

I woke up this morning with the most ominous feeling that I have ever had. I sit on the edge of my bed. I look over my shoulder, and Imyra isn’t there. She must already be up and making breakfast. We are at our house in our kingdom, but I can’t shake this feeling. I walk downstairs and into the kitchen. I smile as I watch Imyra making breakfast and dancing. I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist.

“Good morning,” I whisper in her ear.

“Good morning to you too.” She replies.

“You have that feeling also don't you?” I ask.

“Yeah, we should eat and get to the packhouse.” She says.

I know she is right. Shit has been building for the last few weeks. The triplets and Mykayla have all been very irritable, and we can’t figure out why. At first, it was just the three girls, but even Chris’s mood has turned within the last week. We are all waiting for Asmoday, Darrius, and Thomas to make their move and do something.