The Last Hope (AU Book 1 of The Last Series)

Chapter 13

The following week drug on slowly, and I grew super bored while I waited for Cooper's permission to leave the tent.

I did my best to keep myself occupied with what I could do in my tent, but I was not able to do a lot.

Rhett, Gigi, and Andrei visited me when they could, and I was grateful for them because I had no idea what I would do if I didn't have any company every once in a while.

However, the one person that I thought would be visiting me to get to know me did not show his face to me at all.

Silas never visited me when I thought he should because he was supposed to be my Protector. He was supposed to be someone that I needed to trust, but I wasn't sure if I should trust him or not, especially since I hadn't had the chance to get to know him.

Fernos appeared in the room and cleared his throat, breaking me out of my thoughts, and I opened my eyes and looked at him. He stayed stoic while he studied me, and I raised an eyebrow in question while I looked at him.

Finally, I sighed and closed my eyes before I looked away from him. "What's going on, Fernos?" I asked and looked at him again while I opened my eyes. "Why are you here?"

Ferons didn't respond and still watched me from where he stood in the corner, his arms behind his back.

I bit back a small groan and gestured for him to sit at the table in the room. "You don't have to stand there like a statue," I said while I looked away from him and closed my eyes, "so please stop doing that and sit down."

Fernos did what I told him to do and sat down at the table. He cleared his throat and shifted a little, and I looked at him to see that he was still studying me with something in his eyes that I didn't understand.

"Yes?" I asked and raised an eyebrow while I cocked my head and studied him. "What is it? What do you want?"

Fernos sighed and shook his head before he cleared his throat again. "What do you think of your Protector?" he asked instead while he raised an eyebrow in question.

I pursed my lips in annoyance and looked at the ground, debating on whether or not I should tell him how I felt.

Finally, I sighed and shook my head while I wrinkled my nose. "I don't trust him," I said honestly, and I had a feeling that Fernos raised an eyebrow in question.

"Oh?" he asked and cocked his head while he studied me. "Why not?"

I pressed my lips into a thin line and shrugged while I cleared my throat and shifted on my bed, feeling bashful. "I don't know," I said, honestly, my voice barely above a whisper while I looked at him.

I cleared my throat again and started to fiddle with a string attached to my blanket. "I just don't trust him for some reason."

Fernos pressed his lips into a thin line and slowly nodded. He didn't say a word while he studied me, and I couldn't help but feel slightly unnerved and nervous about this Demon in front of me.

"What do you think about him?" I asked while I shifted some more and cleared my throat, not able to meet his gaze any longer. "Did you catch something that I didn't?"

Fernos pressed his lips into a thinner line before he dipped his head closer to his chest. He didn't say a word, but for some reason, I could tell that he did not want to tell me what he thought about Silas for some reason.

"Please," I begged softly, my heart breaking because I had no idea if he would do what I wanted and tell me what he thought. I looked at him again so that he could see me begging for guidance, praying that he would answer my question. "Please, Fernos, what do you think about him?"