Chapter 13

"I mean, Cayce can be your mate, but I wonder if you're his."

"What's that supposed to mean? That I'm useless?"

"I don't know, think for a moment. Mate is unconscious, possibly in a coma, and all you can do is say you can protect him. Oh, and his face looks like it got hit by car. Poor Cayce."

"As if you did anything. I at least was there to carry him to a bed where he can rest. All you did was give a judging eye!"

"Stop it! Both of you! You forget we have a guest!"

I hear some kind of argument going on, and judging from my acute hearing, it's a little far off from where I am.

That's right you forget you have a guest. No wonder Sleeping Beauty slept so long. She probably hated everyone since they kept talking about she's going to die one day!

I open my eyes and see I'm in some kind of bedroom-turned-hospital-room. I'm laying in a bed, with white sheets. As I look around, the sound of arguing fades away. When you have super hearing and super sight, one tends to work bette