Something sharp prickled my thoughts. Something important. There and gone in an instant, swept up in a tidal wave of sensation.
Until everything suddenly went calm around me.Withinme.
Kayla.
Her palm was against my cheek.
Her lips near mine.
I blinked but couldn’t see.
Everything was off-kilter, the Divinity shattered, the world—
Kayla’s lips claimed mine, breathing life into my spirit. I clung to her, trying to swim through the darkness of my soul to find purpose and meaning once more.
Her nails dug into my scalp and then the back of my neck, dragging me back to Heaven and the bed I hadn’t slept in for far too long.
Although, it hadn’t even been a Heaven year since I was last here.
Only a few Heaven months.
But it felt like an eternity.
Time was so fucked up.
The world was crumbling around us.
I no longer understood the balance. I sensed the scales raging out of control and could hardly move from the pain radiating through my chest.
But Kayla, she resembled freedom. A redefined existence. An escape from the insanity unfolding around me.
So I indulged in her touch.
I returned her kiss.
And I allowed her to take me under a new wave of darkness.
To a renewed fantasy.
Of us.
Our bond.
Our dark fates.
Kay
Ezra’s expression had vanished,the golden flames of his irises burning into dark pools of obsidian. My heart had stopped at the sight, fear choking me as I felt his soul withering via our connection.
Raphaela had immediately attempted to bring him back, but the other female had pulled her away, spouting off some nonsense about this being our destiny to walk now. “The Heiress of Bael will know what to do,” she’d said cryptically before both females had left in a flurry of wings.
She was wrong.
I didn’t know what to do.
Ezra convulsed, his body turning cold above me.
I missed the fire of his embrace, the sensuality of his touch. He’d thought this was a dream, admitted to fantasizing about me every night, but I’d felt compelled to tell him this was real.
