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“She better be,” Ryes says. He moves to come and sit at my feet, a smile on his face but I don’t miss the death threat in his eyes.Oh wow, why does that both terrify me and excite my magicae?“Or I’m going to go fucking—”
“Ellie baby, you’ve got a lot more colour to your cheeks,” Mael says, cutting Ryes off with a dirty look. His tone is sweet, comforting even, but the look in his pale amber eyes as he spears Ryes is terrifying. The way his jaw clenches as he pulls back on the inferno always bubbling beneath the surface reminds me how much control he has.
That’s kind of different to what I’d expect from a fire witch, but Mael always exceeds the expectations set for him.
Even if he doesn’t believe that.
“We don’t have time for pleasantries,” Zohar says, standing and facing Eirik. “We’ve got incoming, and we need to prepare ourselves.”
“When?” Eirik asks. His blue eyes flare in anger as he tenses his sharp jaw, but Zohar doesn’t cower and instead shakes his head. This prompts Eirik to start barking orders, furrowing his brows as he does. “Ciar, Etrix secure—”
But then he falls silent as he falls forward. He drops to his knees before face-planting the floor. I gasp, but before I can move, five other bodies join him on the floor. Ryes has fallen from my chair, banging his head the hardest as it hits the coffee table first.
I hope he’s not bleeding.
A man appears in front of me, one with familiar markings along his arms. He’s got long, dirty-blonde hair that’s tied into a knot at the base of his skull. His facial hair is cleanly shaven and coats his jaw. It’s a dark blonde colouring like his hair.
His eyes are bright blue, maybe the same shade as mine, and he’s got an earring in the right ear. Despite never seeing him in person before, I know exactly who he is.
“Vitalis,” I whisper, and his eyes narrow.
“Vitalis?” He sounds exactly the same as he has when I’ve been in his head, but now I can sense the emotional inflictions, too. “That’s not my name, little love.”
“Oh.”
“But I do prefer it,” he says before closing his eyes briefly. He crouches down next to me, surprisingly being careful to not jostle Zohar, and takes my hand. “I am so, so sorry about what I’m about to do.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Because it’s not your time to understand, Elzora. Soon you will be enlightened to the truth, my little love, but until then…” He reaches forward and cups my cheek as a warm, familiar kind of energy is absorbed by my magicae.
I can feel myself growing drowsy as he cradles my head in his hands. Ever so slowly, he lowers me to the sofa, and I feel his lips brush my forehead as my eyes fall shut.
Just before I lose consciousness, he whispers, “Oblivisci.”
1
ELZORA
“Good morning,mo sholas,” Ciar murmurs, his soft tone making me smile as I slowly open my eyes.
“Shh,” Zohar groans before sighing when he sees it’s still dark outside. “What time is it?”
“Half six,” Ciar replies. “I wasn’t waking you, though. Go back to sleep.”
I sit up, stretching properly, as I take in my dark mate. Ciar’s dark brown eyes are trained on Zohar, his bushy brows frowning.
“I can’t stay asleep when you’re waking me up for no reason,” Zohar mutters, rolling over and burying his head under the pillow.
“Then stop fucking claiming sleeping in Zoe’s bed every night if you’re sick of me waking you up,” Ciar says, rolling his eyes. “You’re being a selfish prick.”
“Don’t fight,” I say, placing my hand on his arm to draw his attention back to me. But, more importantly, away from Zohar. “What’s up? I don’t have class till 8.”
“No, I know, but I’m heading out for an assignment,” he says, and I frown. He attempts to smooth out the crease in my brow, but it doesn’t work. “I’ll be back tomorrow,mo sholas. It’s not even that dangerous. I just didn’t want to leave without saying bye.”
Thethatis what concerns me. He smirks, but wisely doesn’t acknowledge my thoughts.
“I appreciate it,” I reply, leaning forward to hug him. I sigh when he mists away using his shadows instead of letting go. “Am I ever not going to worry about you guys?”
