Page 54 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

Following my instinct, I reach for the bandage Korina had tied and tug it free, placing my hand back on his abs. I focus on summoning my power forward. Chaos sizzles around me, in dark, shadowy wisps, and I stare at his injury.

The drakaths were like a web, all feeding off that egg – the soul, you could say. What if their power is similar? What if, like a web, it spreads within the body… And the way Jayce drew his lightning from me… What if- what if I send my chaos power into him to draw it out or squash it entirely?

There’s only one way to find out.

The Effect it Takes

Jayce

Ican feel the essence of her power as she pours it into me, and it feels like something just waiting to erupt and devour everything in its wake. It desires to explode and devour everything in all directions, growing, intensifying, wanting to consume all that it can touch, and yet somehow her control over it is… impressive.

I focus on her and her touch despite my mind screaming at me that two drakaths are cutting me apart, but I refuse to engage with them, knowing it is all within my mind. It’s in my mind… I have to remember that. She said they were not here, and if they were, she wouldn’t be sitting here calmly; no matter how real this feels, it isn’t.

She leans over me, and my eyes dip to her cleavage in her fitted Schattenblüte outfit that clings to her like a second skin, emphasising every curve of her body. The chaos of her powers is at a bursting point, and yet she controls them as if they dance to her whim, searching for something that she is yet to find.

I realise, as her power flares through me, that maybe her control was never weak; her gift is exceptionally formidable, and demands release. It’s chaotic. And to think she puts up with this daily, I never realised how out of control it is.

“Your control is incredible,” I murmur, trying to ignore the fact that my brain is telling me a drakath is hacking at my neck, and I should be experiencing incredible pain.

“Mm? Thank you. You helped with that,” she whispers. Her hand feels soothing against the wound.

I fight my instincts, refusing to reach for my powers as the drakaths become exceedingly brutal.

“You’re tensing up again,” she murmurs.

“Yeah, I fucking know,” I say through gritted teeth. It’s like I’m in two places at once, one with her, one with the drakaths.

“Do you see them?” she asks softly.

“Yeah, as they hack me apart and I feel every fucking thing,” I snarl as pain sears through me.

It’s not real, it’s not fucking real!

“Jayce, look at me,” she murmurs.

I can’t. Not when the pain is blinding.

“I’m not sure what’s real anymore,” I find myself murmuring as she moves closer, her knee now on the bed beside my thigh.

We will fix this. Her words echo loudly in my mind. I close my eyes, inhaling her scent. She’s grounding me. Keeping some of my sanity at the forefront of my mind as her power continues to rush through every part of me, but it’s all too fucking much. I can’t focus.

So, in a way, she isn’t just my weakness. She can’t just destroy me; she can anchor me, give me strength, give me control.

I close my eyes, wrapping my arm around her waist as I pull her closer. Her breath hitches, but I’m just going to fucking pretend I didn’t hear it as she tumbles against me, straddling my thigh as I hold her flush against me and bury my nose in her neck, inhaling deeply.

That intoxicating scent of cherries, amber and moonflower…

For a moment, the drakaths fade, and I’m back in the infirmary with her on my thigh. She’s so fucking gorgeous, so fucking addictive. I comb my hand through her hair, tugging her hair tie out as I run my fingers through it, loving the way it feels between my fingers.

She wraps her arm around my neck, resting her head against mine as her fingers caress the back of my neck; her other hand remains on my injury, her power dancing through my veins.

I don’t know how long we remain like that, or when the drakaths stopped hacking at me, but I’m left exhausted.

“You have a symbol of a gold sun on your rib. I thought I removed Helios’ mark from you,” I murmur, unsure why I’m asking, brushing my fingers along where I know the mark sits.

Her heart seems to be thumping loudly before her hold on me tightens.

“It’s the mark of someone who has at some point held the title of a goddess, and that is something that will always remain. I was known, albeit for a fleeting moment, as the Goddess of the Sun, and that is something that will remain. I’m sorry,” she murmurs softly.