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“No!” Tobias snarls, feeling my intentions as I peer over at Darius.
“He is in control,” I tell Tobias, and I look to see Darius walk back into the room.
“Darius!” I snap, and his posture tenses, but he reluctantly turns around, his eyes going to Tobias’ blood-red eyes. He swallows, looking down at Aleera in my arms. Tobias growls at him, and I turn my head and glare at Tobias.
“Get out. You may not want him near her, but he can't awaken her bond if you don't let him near her.”
“And what? Have him destroy her more? You know she felt what he did to you,” Tobias snarls, and I swallow. She felt it. I hoped I could block her, but she felt it. I glance at Darius, who hangs his head in shame.
“Doesn't matter. He hurt her bond, and only he can awaken it. I will speak with her when she wakes,” I tell Tobias.
“And tell her what? Huh, Kalen? Sorry you got figuratively raped while our mate literally raped me?” he sneers, and I cringe at the thought.
“No. I'll tell her the truth.”
“That is the truth!” Tobias screams.
“As you know it. That’s your truth, not mine!” I tell him, and he glances between me and Darius, who remains quiet. Tobias steps out of the shower and snatches a towel from the heated towel rack. He wraps it around himself before turning on Darius.
“If you fucking hurt her, I will help her destroy you for it,” he warns Darius before turning on his heel and storming out. He slams the door, making the shower screen and mirror rattle.
I hoist her up higher. Her deadweight is becoming heavy in my arms. “Can you take her?” I ask Darius while peering over my shoulder. He bites his bottom lip but nods, stepping into the shower. My legs shake, and I need to wash the blood off, not wanting her to see it.
“She felt it,” Darius whimpers.
“She felt my pain, nothing more,” I answer.
“How can you say that?” he asks, shaking his head.
“Because for her to feel violated, I would have had to feel violated. And I don’t,” I tell him.
“You should,” he says, sitting on the bench that came out of the wall. He turns her on his lap, and I watch as he reaches for the soap. His hands are gentle, and I can feel him searching for her energy, anything to lure her bond out so she would wake.
“Aleera looked at me funny before she passed out,” Darius murmurs.
“Yes. Because she felt it. She felt it wasn't you. It scared her because she doesn't understand how it is possible,” I tell him.
“You have to tell her. Your father was a monster, but you aren't. He made your entity like that. She just needs to understand that. Aleera needs to understand what happens when a Harmony-Fae is stripped of their light.”
He shakes his head. “That may scare her more.”
“And she is right to fear it. She is the last Harmony-Fae, but she shouldn't have been. You two would have been unstoppable if you were still one, too,” I tell him, and he sighs, knowing I speak the truth. His father pushed him, forced his hand to do what he did.
Everyone believes he is a Dark Demonic-Fae, and he is now, but his mother wasn't always a Dark-Fae, and she never had an affair like the world believed.
No, she was pure white fae, and his father was pure Dark Demonic-Fae, and Darius was like his sister. Only she was pure Harmony, and Darius was the first of his kind. A Harmony Demonic-Fae. How else would he be an elemental? How else could he be our keeper for all those years?
“I won't let them push you to that. I will keep you safe,” he whispers to her, and I know he will. Darius would die for her. He would die for all of us. He did already.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Aleera
I feel like I am stuck in a void, yet I can hear some buzzing noise trying to reach me, voices I’m familiar with as the darkness sucks me under. Fragments of memory are coming back to me. The dead look on Darius’ face is like he was looking through me. The power that emanated from him was demonic and as dead as the look in his glazed-over eyes. Eyes that I am sure will haunt me for the rest of my life. Yet as I peered into those endless depths, I knew that was not Darius, not my Darius. He became something else, something he had no control over.
I had seen and felt things while staring into those darkened eyes, things I can’t explain, things I wish I could unsee and unfeel. People in lab coats, the smell of metal, something that shouldn't have a scent but did. It was potent, and the metallic taste of it on my tongue I can still taste it even while in this state. It was like a ghost of a memory that wasn’t mine, all seen in the pools of darkness that swirled within him. The darkest of untapped power when he touched me, sucking my magic out of me, but giving me glimmers of what taints his soul.
I felt the coldness of it licking at my bones and sinking deep into my soul. The screams of a child and the smell of burned hair and metal I can still smell. The blurring vision of people in lab coats, yet I felt blind and delirious. Was this some suppressed memory of mine, or was it, Darius’? Was it a figment of my imagination or a reality he was once trapped in?
