Zoey POV
I heard his voice whisper in my head, almost as though he was behind me.
Zoey, I am back on the side of the goddess. Keep Aya at bay until I can help you banish her.
I span round in my chair, and Stark glanced at me while being sure to keep his foot on the pedal. He looked worried but he had a look of order, a look of power that only a Warrior's Oath could give. I could tell that all he wanted was for me to be safe and to him, being safe was keeping me away from Kalona.
This brought an angry thought into my head. I want to be with him, take me back you bitch! This startled me as this wasn't my thought. The power in it was angry and it took me completely by surprise.
"Zoey, what's going on?" I heard Stark ask but I wasn't in control of my body, and I couldn't move my mouth to speak. I was completely frozen. Stark moved his head to look me right in the eye and repeated his question, adding on the end "and why can't I feel your emotions?"
This quickly snapped me out of my trance. "What?!" I asked him feeling more than slightly confused. "What did you just say?"
"I couldn't feel your emotions; but they are back now. Now will you please tell me what is going on please?"
"It's Kalona..." My voice trailed off as I tried to think about how to phrase the next sentence without him screeching back at me.
But just the name set him off. "Zoey, he can't be saved! Don't waste your time thinking about him! Do you get it yet? HE ISN'T WORTH IT!" He was going on and on until I eventually cut him off.
"Stark, will you shut up for two seconds so I can explain?" I snapped at him. His nostrils flared but his eyes were confused and sad. "Okay then, Kalona spoke into my mind before." Stark interrupted straight away and I screamed to make him shut up.
"As I was saying," I snapped angrily at him. "Kalona spoke into my mind. He told me that Aya is trying to get free, using me as her host. I'm not Aya reincarnated. I'm just her host and he told me to keep her at bay. Kalona's trying to help; he's going to help us banish Aya."
Starks face had completely changed colour when I next looked at him. Through clenched teeth he replied with a growl and a muttered "you shouldn't trust him."
I ignored him as he sped up the car, he could be such an ass sometimes. I turned the stereo on and put the volume right up so I didn't have to speak to him.
Situations are irrelevant now.
How ironic I though, it goes well with what's happening now. The only problem is we both are finding different situations irrelevant and it could end up changing the world.
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