Page 153 of Princess of Bael


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I couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t see.

It was so intense. So damn hot. So… so…consuming.

Ezra, I breathed, feeling his energy everywhere as a fissure split through the atmosphere, the balance turning upside down and the realms shuddering from the aftershocks of the destruction.

The veil,I thought.The veil!

It was a thousand times worse than the firework I’d released in Virginia.

A million times worse than I’d ever anticipated.

Because it pulled at my heart and drowned my soul beneath a sea of despair.

We were running out of time.

I had to get through this fucking barrier.

I had to stop them!

But I didn’t fucking know how.

And those damn shadows… I shuddered, feeling their cooling presence.

Enough, I thought.Enough of this!

Ezra and I were the new Divinity. A balance of all three realms. Heaven. Hell.AndEarth. Because I was a Halfling.

The daughter of an Archdemon.

I might not be able to feel my mate right now, but I could sense our power, that hum of energy that married our souls.

A perfect balance, I marveled, latching onto it and tightening my grip on the blade.More,I demanded, reaching deep inside to that plane where my soul existed with Ezra’s spirit.Give. Me. More.

I yanked on the power there, pulling it into me, surrounding myself with it, swathing my entire being in blissful balance.

My lungs inflated in response, my body taking a deep, steadying breath.

Yes.

This was what I needed.

A blissful Divinity.

A perfect union.

A place founded in equality and… andlove.

My heart warmed. My soul rejoiced. My veins pulsated.

Yes. Yes.

I vaguely felt Ezra’s reaction through the bond, his exhausted mind intrigued by this shifting of power. Then I felt him lending me his strength, pushing his power to me through the bond.

And then I felt his hand.

His body.