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I turn to him, studying his face in the dim light filtering through the window. His eyes are dark and intense, his lips slightly parted as if he’s waiting for something.
“I don’t plan on going anywhere right now,” I say softly, inching closer to him until our bodies are pressed tightly together. “I’m here, Cove. I’m right here.”
His arms wrap around me, holding me close in a way that feels almost desperate. His body is responding to mine, and the desire I feel surges even stronger.
I can’t help myself anymore. I lean in and press my lips to his, relishing the warmth of his mouth and the taste of him on my tongue. Cove responds eagerly, his hands gliding over my body as if he can’t get enough of me.
We make love then, in the quiet of the night, our bodies moving together in a way that feels like we’re trying to merge into one. It’s passionate, intense, and as we collapse into each other’s arms, both of us panting and gasping for breath, I know that I wouldn’t want to face anything without Cove by my side.
Dawn comes early through the unshuttered windows, and I find myself staring at the view, reflecting on the night that passed. I never thought I would care about anyone like this, much less feel like my heart is being broken in four different directions. Is this love? Is it possible to be in love with four different people?
It seems absurd. Absurder still to consider the professor alongside Cove, Bhodi and Reef, who I undoubtedly have stronger connections with, but I could no more imagine my life without the professor in it, than I can imagine it without Cove, Reef or Bhodi. I can’t. I don’t even want to.
While Cove sleeps soundly beside me, I think over all the information the professor threw at me yesterday. Especially the prophecy. I sigh. It seems especially cruel that fate would bring these four guys into my life, show me what love might be, only to have it snatched away.
Can I really be the star, the one they’ve been looking for? It seems impossible, but then again, so does the idea of magic and supernatural beings, yet I’ve seen for myself that it very much exists. Part of me is relieved that it’s real, that I’m not crazy, but the other part of me is devastated.
I have to die. For their world to survive, I have to let them go. Forever. I knew this world was cruel, but this seems especially harsh.
As I lie there lost in my thoughts, Cove stirs beside me. I turn to him, hoping to find comfort in his steady presence. His eyes flutter open, and as they focus on me, I see the fear and pain that still lingers there from his nightmare.
I reach out to him, threading my fingers through his. “It’s okay,” I whisper. “I’m here. We’re all okay.”
Cove nods, but his eyes remain troubled. “I know,” he says. “I just...can’t shake this feeling that something bad is going to happen.”
Like the end of the world? Two worlds. Yours and mine.
I understand his fear, but I can’t let it consume us. “Let’s not worry about that right now,” I say, my voice firm. “Let’s just enjoy this moment together.”
Cove nods again, and I can feel the tension in his body start to ease. We lie there for a while, simply holding each other, basking in the warmth of our…love? It certainly feels like it, but I can’t help but wonder if this is even real. The professor said the prophecy would mean they’re drawn to me. Maybe what they’re feeling is just the prophecy working its magic between us, ensuring that they find me.
But then again, there’s nothing that says I would reciprocate their feelings. I know what I’m feeling is real. But what if it’s not for them?
“Malia?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Everything. Last night, especially. I came to check on you, to give you comfort, but things ended up being the other way round.”
“You don’t have to thank me for anything, Cove. And you did comfort me.”
“Thank you for the water thing too. I never noticed how…foggy my head was until I stopped drinking it. That’s down to you. I’ve been having these dreams—”
“Like your nightmare last night?”
“Sometimes. But that was worse. Mostly I have these…almost like flashbacks maybe? To what life was like before being sent here.”
“You remember home?”
“Parts of it. I get snippets.”
“Do you remember the queen?” I ask cautiously.
“Not really. I can’t picture her, but when I have these dreams I can sense my love and loyalty to her.”
