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“What do we do until we get our powers back?” she asks as I walk outside. I turn my back on the ones who have started trying to flip a car over. I’m not sure if they’re helping or just acting like idiots, and I don’t want Kya’s body facing them.
All my protective instincts are on overdrive right now.
“We find a hotel room that isn’t smashed to pieces,” I tell her.
I remember one important thing. I can still run. I could probably run us back as fast as I could drive us, but I’d tire eventually, and who knows what could happen to her in the process.
Not to mention, I’m sure some mortals would notice a blur of a man running by.
It also might make her sick with the speed in her mortal state.
Never mind. I can’t fucking run.
“And then what?” she asks, breaking me out of my reverie.
“What do you do for fun when you’re locked inside a house?”
“Sharpen the knives.”
No knives with those hands. In fact, I’ll be removing her weapons belt as soon as we’re tucked away.
With her black sleeveless shirt and the hood attached, black leather pants, and her combat boots, she looks like something right out of comic book once you toss in that long sheath and dagger.
“What else?” I ask her, walking briskly down the sidewalk, skillfully dodging people who are rushing by, and ignoring the loud arguments or fights.
“Slade usually reads old magic books to me while we strategize.”
“He reads to you?” I ask, confused.
Then I remember what Zee said when she stiffens, and I internally curse myself.
Kya grew up in the rings. The only thing she can read is encoded slave language they made up to avoid the guards finding out what they were writing.
“Yeah,” she says quietly.
“I didn’t... Shit. Sorry,” I tell her.
She tightens her lips. “I can read star charts. I can read maps. I can read things like that. It’s just... English is an extensive language, and it’s difficult sometimes. I’m learning to read the words.”
Pretty fucking heartbreaking.
“Slade could probably spell you to help you learn faster.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t like spells being used on me, unless absolutely necessary. They’re too unpredictable and come with side effects most times. My sister is pregnant, and she was spelled against it, in case you’ve forgotten.”
I nod as I continue walking, feeling like shit for putting that sad, lost look in her eyes.
“What do you do for fun? You keep talking battle prep.”
“I’ve been in a cage for most of my life. Surviving is all I’ve ever known. The only fun pastime I’ve ever had was sex.”
Really fucking hate that answer. For sooo many reasons. One? My beast wants to murder anyone who touched her before me. Which is insane. Right? Yeah. Definitely insane.
Still want them dead.
Two? I can’t touch her while she’s mortal. I’m too out of control when I’m inside her, and her current body can’t handle a full-fledged immortal being unleashed on her like an animal.
Three? Now I want to ask her who’s touched her so I can kill them and never think of it again.
