It belonged to Aya and Caro.
They were his world, which made him just as dangerous as everyone claimed. Because if anyone ever touched either of those two females, he’d destroy them.
Issac understood then why his response to Osiris had mattered so much to Sethios. They’d just become allies. Two men caught up in the love of the women who made them whole, and would do anything to protect them, even take on the most powerful being in existence without blinking.
Sethios met his gaze then, his chin dipping once more in a gesture of respect—one Issac returned.
Aya meant everything to him.
He would do whatever was needed to protect her.
Even if it meant sacrificing himself.
Which was exactly what her parents had done all those years ago. They’d given up everything for her safety. And now they were together once more, a family reunited.
Take your time with them, love, Issac whispered into Aya’s mind. I’ll update you on Elizabeth’s progress.
Thank you, she murmured back to him.
Always, Aya, he vowed, speaking their special version of love, the one only they seemed to understand.
Always, she replied, the single word a kiss to his mind.
He smiled and ventured inside to find Balthazar and Leela for an update.
It didn’t take him long to locate them, Elizabeth’s screams a beacon that led him directly to the second floor. One look inside the room confirmed Issac’s future.
He and Aya were never having kids. Ever.
A bellow from the house had Sethios pulling away from Caro and Astasiya, the hairs along his neck rising. “What the hell was that?”
Caro responded by grabbing his hand, her opposite arm still around their daughter, and misting them inside the room where Elizabeth lay still on the bed.
Jayson raged beside her, his eyes wild as he demanded they revive her.
“This is normal,” Leela was saying.
“How the fuck is this normal?!” Jayson demanded, gesturing at the unconscious redhead. “Her heart isn’t beating!”
Right. This was actually something Sethios could help with. “Caro died several times during childbirth. She’s fine.”
Caro nodded. “Yes. I survived. It’s just the power exchange.”
Jayson looked at them as though they were insane. Even Issac appeared alarmed.
Balthazar was the only one—aside from Leela—who seemed to accept the explanation. He merely bent over Elizabeth to check her vitals, then shrugged as her heartbeat began again. “What do we need to do?” he asked, looking at Leela.
“I need you to calm Jay down so he can help her bond with the child,” she said.
Balthazar nodded, his focus falling on the still-raging Elder.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Jayson said.
But Balthazar was already using his gift for emotions, the power flaring to life around them and almost instantly calming Jayson.
Sethios had never seen Balthazar use his talent before, other than the constant mind-reading. Emotional manipulation was a powerful tool, something that could be catastrophic in the wrong hands.
“Lizzie needs you,” he said softly. “She needs to perform a power exchange with your daughter. Lie in the bed and hold her through it while remaining calm and lending her your strength.”
