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“Remember that first day that I channeled? You said red Chroma can influence luck, but we haven’t worked on that at all yet.”
It’s not a whine, surprisingly. Just a statement. I let out a long breath before responding. I haven’t even practiced my own new specialization yet. It took me centuries to master The Green Order’s control over sending physical sensations to others. The most use I ever got out of it, though, was in bed.
Blues’ specialization in bolstering or suppressing emotion would be helpful, especially in taming Mira and bringing her to my side. But I don’t even know where to begin…
“Reds are also called Spinners of Fate, or just Spinners. So yes, you can influence a soul’s fate in the short term, either positively or negatively. In truth, Mira, I do not know how to teach you that particular aspect of channeling. Each hue has its nuances. In my past life, I was green. I haven’t worked out my own new powers just yet, either.”
I shake my head to clear the encroaching gloom, lifting my eyes back to hers. For a moment, I let the view of my mate wash those ever-growing fears away. She nods, accepting my answer, but she doesn’t look away. An impish smile creeps across her face, crinkling the corners of her eyes.
“You’re thinking about touching me, aren’t you?”
A small laugh tumbles from my mouth.
“I am.”
Her soft smile stirs something in my chest, deep and forgotten, as she reaches her hand towards me. I reach up, taking it in mine like a special treasure. Delicate and soft. Silently we enjoy the warmth of Chroma together, listening to the sound of the other’s breath.
“I apologize for losing my temper today, Mira. I am trying.”
“I know you are.” Her voice is hushed as she continues. Barely audible, I have to strain to hear her. “Would you really have left?”
Fear taints the sound as the words tremble slightly at the end. My heart twists in my chest.
“No. I won’t leave you, Mira. I promise.”
I’m as surprised as she is that it’s the truth. Being with her, holding Chroma again, it’s like I’m slowly starting to feel like myself again.
Like Dan’thiel.
Whether that is a good or bad thing, time will tell.
Chapter Twenty
Sunder
I bolt awake on the couch in midnight darkness as sweat pools beneath my arms and thighs. My heart hammers so loud that I can hear it above the rain drumming on the roof tiles.
Panting, short breaths.
Mine.
Images flash through my mind, reliving those awful moments in the Litwood. Dartan’s roar as an arrow fells him.
The blood-curdling screams of my soldiers.
Lyra.
My oldest friend.
The fear in her eyes as I held her dying body. A fear no High Elf should ever know, but every one of my friends felt it because of me.
My failures.
Too weak to protect them.
A sob escapes me.
“You’re safe,” someone whispers into my ear. “I’m here.”
