“Wakefield,” Ezekiel snapped, appearing on the beach in a black cloak of air. “I need you to subdue Skye. She’s screaming, ‘They’re coming!’ and I can’t make her calm down enough to tell me what we need to know.”
Issac shared a look with Lucian and then Aya.
But the latter was short-lived as her green orbs darted up into the sky in the next moment. “Shit,” she breathed as a crack sounded through the atmosphere.
Her opal feathers appeared in the next breath as she shot upward into the sky.
“Thirty minutes starts now,” Sethios announced, taking off after his daughter.
Caro’s expression turned grim, her lips flattening. “Well, fuzz.”
Chapter31
Balthazar
Angels dancedin the sky above, showering electric sparks over the humans below.
A startling sight, one that Balthazar could finallysee.
And yet it was the female before him that captivated all his attention.
Energy sizzled around her, the net a barrier that separated them physically. But their minds were fully linked, as were their souls.
She’d bitten him through the magical bindings, her pain a scream inside her mind that had quickly morphed into a moan as she swallowed.
Balthazar kept his hand around the back of her neck, absorbing the spasm shooting up his arm—the source of it coming from the ethereal energy ensnaring his vixen.
It burned.
But he endured it for her, his need to be touching her, holding her, surpassing the pain evoked by her binds.
Leela, he breathed, his power fully engaged as he shoved the remaining blocks from their minds, needing to know every detail of their past.
Love.
Life.
Laughter.
Oh, how intertwined they’d once been, his Leela, the female who’d first introduced him to true pleasure. She’d taught him everything he knew. Just as he’d returned the favor.
There’d been a few before her.
Just as she’d indulged before him.
But they hadn’t found true chemistry until they’d met each other.
So much passion and heat, a whirlwind romance underlined in a flutter of fate.
They were made for each other, their bodies fitting together so beautifully and perfectly that it was no wonder they kept circumventing the memory manipulation.
Leela’s soul belonged to him.
And his soul belonged to her.
The bond had been partially complete only because neither of them had understood the ramifications of her bite. But neither of them would have cared, either.
Because they’d only had eyes for each other, a sensation Balthazar had never thought possible but remembered every second of now.
