CHAPTERTWELVE
Nox
The momentthe god-bond's life force disappears into Oli, her eyes roll back into her head and she drops, passing out cold. The Crux swoops down to catch her as she falls, bringing her up into his arms and turning his head to the Soothsayer.
I watch it all from inside my own body, the one that I no longer control, but the Corvus has agreed to let me watch what’s going on and listen to my input.
Neither of us are happy about Oleander passing out.
It was too much for her. She's only just waking up.
“She's been awake a lot longer than most of us,” the Soothsayer murmurs, and before anyone can argue with him, there's apopsound as Black reappears.
He takes one look at Oli's unconscious form in my brother's arms and curses viciously under his breath before he remembers that none of us are the men that he grew up with and knows so well right now.
“Am I just taking you back to North’s offices in the Sanctuary, or should we get her to a Healer?” he asks in a formal and respectful tone, his head bowed just a little.
I don't know who he's taken lessons from on how to approach the gods but I can feel the Corvus’ reaction to it. He likes the reverential treatment.
I'm sure they all do.
The Soothsayer places a hand on Oli's neck, his eyes flashing brighter for a moment. “She doesn't need a Healer. Take us back to where the information is being kept. She just needs rest and can do that there.”
Black gives him a curt nod and stretches out his arm, waiting for each of us to take it to leave this place that stinks of ash and flames. I stand next to the Crux, close enough that I can smell the scent of Oleander’s shampoo. As my bond rumbles happily inside my chest at her proximity, I feel a pit of dread there.
What if the god-bond’s soul has done damage? What if it’s given her extra power? Oli's always been so afraid of what her bond can do, so scared of getting stronger, because her power is already so close to the limit of what she can control. A thousand different fears of hers run through my mind, all of them as familiar to me as my own, thanks to our soul-bond.
I murmur quietly to my bond,take her from the Crux. She needs us right now.
It agrees with me, though I'm sure it will always agree if it means getting its hands on her. The moment we reappear in North’s offices, it takes her from the Crux. We move over to the couch with her cradled against our chest.
She's so small.
I forget that sometimes because of her larger-than-life personality and the way that she commands every space she walks into. Her attitude is big enough for three grown men, but when she is unconscious like this, it's easy to forget all of that and see nothing but the woman left behind.
Petite, fine features. Hair so white that it’s like a tumble of starlight on her head, sooty eyelashes fanning over her cheeks, plump lips that part as she sighs and turns further into my body, craving me and reaching out to me, even in her unconscious state.
It all fills me with a murderous rage.
Rage at anyone who has ever hurt her, looked at her, spoken to her, or touched what is mine. Anyone who might have thought badly of her. The soul bonding had solidified my obsession with her and though I know my own past actions with her had been poisoned by my past, now all I can see is the perfection of her, all of the ways that this woman owns me and the ways that I own her as well.
I feel a little like a hoarding dragon in the way that I want to take her back to our mansion, lock her in my room, and guard her like I had when we'd woken from the soul-bonding. Only this time, I won't let anyone in to take her away from me.
Gryphon's eyes flash and shift back to green as the Soothsayer releases him. One by one, their eyes all shift back as they take control of their bodies. Gabe groans and cracks his neck, rolling out his shoulders as though he’s been holding himself too tightly this entire time. I suppose the Draconis didn’t enjoy being stuck in human form, the same way my bones itch if I’m forced to keep the shadows inside of me.
I watch as Black visibly deflates at the sight of their cleared eyes. The Corvus stays with me. With Oleander in my arms, I doubt he's going to go without a fight, and I'm simply not interested in having one at the moment.
I feel as though I will be too exposed if the god leaves me right now. I would rather just enjoy the moment with my Bonded in my arms while no one will think anything of it.
“What the fuck happened back there?” Black snaps, but Gryphon is already stalking over to where I’m sitting, slipping his hand back onto Oli's neck, his eyes flashing as he checks in with her.
“She's okay, she's just asleep, the same way as when she uses her power.”
North nods and blows out a long breath, scrubbing a hand across his face as he takes stock of himself and the situation. He's already shifting into ‘damage-control mode’, and though the situation definitely needs it, I still find myself rolling my eyes internally.
Just once, I wish he would forget about being on the council, forget about everything he's supposed to do and just relax. I wonder what it would even look like if North Draven just let himself feel whatever he needed to and took a moment for himself.
“We found the god-bond, and Oli took care of it. It’d laid the trap for us, and I wouldn't be surprised if there are more in our future.”
