All Chapters of Lucevkin Dreams: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

-Karen-"Tsk tsk, Karen. Do you want to fight us? You will lose in any case. You don't have enough energy to fight," Bart said sternly. I threw him a hateful look. "You shouldn't waste the gift that they give you. You certainly won't get a second chance with our king-""Go kill yourselves!" I snapped coldly as I scowled disdainfully. "Just leave me alone!" Conor laughed softly while Bart shook his head and approached the bed."Go on the other side, Conor." Bart approached from the right and Conor from the left. Go ahead. See what happens! They lunged at the same time. I raised the shackles at their faces, and they both hit the metal, yelling in pain."Damn this fucking woman!" Conor shouted as I snickered with glee. That was perfect! He gave me a dirty look as Bart felt his cheek to ensure he wasn't injured."Well, Karen, looks like round one goes to you," Bart advised, pursing his lips. "Remind me again why this was a smart idea to give the fighter a damn weapon, Conor?!""That was m

-Karen-He looked like he was going to destroy me with his eyes. I slowly felt the fear seep in as he quietly watched me with a smirk. "Weren't expecting that answer, were you?" I shook my head silently as he pursed his lips at me. "Truce?""What is a truce?" I asked him nervously. It's probably a code word for rape."It means we agree to stop fighting for a while." He leaned towards me until he was only an inch away from me. "I apologize for losing my temper earlier. I don't want to hurt you, okay? So, please, stop fighting me, even if it's just for a little while."I didn't trust him at all. I felt like he was trying to play with me. "Go away," I murmured softly. I just want to be alone.""No," he said firmly. "I'm not leaving until you agree to a truce with me."I thought about it for a moment. "If it will get you to leave, I will agree to your truce. But don't come back." I ordered just as firmly, pulling back from him. Stop getting so close to me, too."You can't tell me what to

-Karen-"I have a question for you," I said as he returned and sat on the bed before me again."Oh! You have a question—it better not be 'why are you still here?'" he huffed sarcastically. As much as I would find that to be amusing, not this time. I shook my head in reply. "What's your question?" Conor asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He was watching me intently, and I felt a tinge of nervousness charge through me. The way he looks at me makes me uneasy."Why- Why did you pick me that day? You spared my life of all the people you must have run across in town. I'm sure that's only temporary, but I don't understand why. I didn't save you or even speak to you. I didn't do anything to warrant that gesture. Why would you save a total stranger?" I asked, meeting his gaze. I'm not sure, but I want to know the answer. But I am curious!"Why? Because you looked interesting. I still think you're interesting even if you're a bit psychotic and stubborn," he smirked while I pursed my lips.

-Conor-"Wake up!" Conor yelled at Karen, trying to wake her up. He set her down on the bed and tapped her cheek repeatedly in hopes that it would rouse her. Oh, my goodness. This woman! "You are so damn stubborn! You're going to drive me insane!" He snapped angrily. "I wish you would stop fighting me. Even if it were for half a day…" Conor grumbled as he pulled her to the pillow and covered her with the blanket. I need to see what I can do for her. Conor left the room, locking the door behind him. He rushed to Bart's office and burst through the doors, startling Bart and Joanne. "She passed out, Bart… Would it be a good idea to give her an IV now? I don't want her to regress." I mean, at this rate, she's going to kill herself by being a pain in my ass."Yes, I don't see what it would hurt. Jo, can you help him with that, please? I also want a vitamin bag added. It's going to be a Zargan one, so I don't know how much that will actually help, but let's see if that helps perk her up." B

-Karen-"Tell me about yourself, Karen," Conor said, scooting the chair closer to the bed. I gave him an edgy glance as he gave me an expectant look.What? "There's nothing to tell." I shot back flatly. "I'm a servant. End of story." I mean…"Nope! You have to do better than that," he retorted quickly. "Come on. Really! I'm curious about you. Tell me anything."I watched him for a moment, and he watched me with a smirk. What do I say? "Well… I, uh. I'm a Mage, and I have a flower garden," I said plainly. He nodded for me to continue. “That's it. Really." I don't know what he is looking for in this."There has to be more than that," he said, frowning at me. “Who is Karen? What's your favorite color? Do you have any hobbies? Do you have a favorite food? What is your family like?" he asked rapidly. Who is Karen?—She's a servant with a garden like I just told you.Being put on the spot like this made me feel uneasy. "Well, uh- My favorite color is purple. And I have the garden that I have