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“Hey Roman, have you seen Alexandraya?” she asks, Melodie sidling up behind her.
“Siriarna, what are you doing here?” Melodie says, the colour draining from her face as she recognises me.
“Just here to celebrate. I’ll leave you to it.” I reply before briskly walking away.
Her reaction verifies her involvement in my Void ordeal. Deep down, I knew all TON members were responsible—I will deal with her and Davina later. Right now, I have other plans. I refuse to let them ruin my night.
******
I catch sight of Braxton by the river, and my heart skips a beat. He looks mysterious and sexy, dressed head to toe in black, his chestnut eyes captivating as I approach.
“I was hoping to see you again,” he drawls, and instantly my heartbeat accelerates. Then he whispers in my ear, “You look gorgeous, by the way.”
My cheeks heat at the compliment, and a thrilling shiver makes its way down my spine. I know it’s time. “I think we should go somewhere more private to catch up.”
“Sounds perfect,” he says not breaking my gaze.
Boldly, I reach for his hand and lead him from the Zen, down the pathway, and into the meadow, which is deserted due to the celebrations. The fields are filled with moonflowers and evening primrose blooming under the night sky, their scent potent and romantic. Tonight, the whole space is breathtaking, lit up by Apollo’s canopy of glittering stars. The gold of my dress catches the light and is shimmering, casting an ethereal glow.
Braxton takes my hand and leads me to a patch of clover-covered ground at the far end of the field. Here we sit, so close, almost but not quite touching. “I’ve missed you, Siriarna. Very much,” he whispers, his face only inches from mine, the warmth of his breath lightly brushing my skin.
“I’ve missed you too, Braxton. It feels like I’ve been gone a lifetime.”
He reaches forward and cups my face in his palms. Then he bends down and slowly kisses my lips ever so gently, angelic almost. My stomach flutters like a thousand butterflies trying to escape and my cheeks flush with anticipation. Encouraged by my body’s response, Braxton takes off his shirt, rolls it up and places it on the clover before lowering my head backward onto the soft material. He is perched above me now and I pull his half naked body closer to mine, trailing my fingers over his muscles pausing as I discover a long scythe tattoo burned into the hardlines of his torso. He presses his mouth to mine, more urgently this time in the most intoxicating kiss I have ever experienced. I gently push him off while I half sit, reaching the hem of my dress and pulling it over my head, leaving me bare except for my underwear.
“Oh my Gods Siriarna, you are so beautiful. Are you sure you want to do this?”
I silence him with my lips on his, murmuring, “Yes,” breathlessly.
Braxton’s tongue is tracing the outline of my lips before it finds mine. When it does, they dance together to a beat so fervent, it’s exhilarating. I rip at the last of my clothing while catching my breath as he does the same. I feel him against my thigh, skin on skin and shudder. He looks into my eyes questioningly and I smile, raising my hips in encouragement. He rolls on protection before gently entering my body. The most wondrous warmth floods my insides. We are moving together in unison, slowly at first until the passion takes hold and the movement becomes more urgent. My breathing becomes rapid and I cling to his flesh, guided by his rhythm. Under the golden starlit sky, in the headily fragrant meadow, I cry out as my body fills with heat and explodes into the most exquisite pleasure I have ever known.
My heart is filled with pure joy. I want this night to last forever. A thousand sensations course through my body at the same time. Elation, wonder, tenderness—I can’t put the emotions into words. I feel like a goddess and not in the literal sense of the word. The symbolic nature of Braxton’s scythe tattoo, the epitome of perfection—time.
Time to heal. Time to live. Time to love.
I nestle into the crook of his arm and allow myself to fall into a blissful sleep.
I am soon jarred awake by Braxton’s sudden flinch. Hefrantically points to the sky above, and I see a flaming ball of energy heading directly toward us at speed. It’s going to make contact any second, of that I am certain. I also know we need time to stop it before it connects with our realm.
My eyes sweep over his face one last time, then I whisper to him, “Braxton, you need to turn back Time.”
He looks at me and howls, “You won’t remember.”
“I know.” And a piece of my heart tears beneath my ribs. “Help me remember,” I say, a tear sliding down my cheek.
…Time to forget.
******
Braxton
I can’t believe we’re here together in the meadow, alone. It’s what I’ve been praying to the Fates for. Watching her sleep in my arms is the final crescendo, and I sigh with satisfaction, staring up at the golden stars left behind by Apollo.
I see it first, hurtling toward Evolirium at breakneck speed. A ball flaming so bright, it’s hard to miss. I jerk upright causing Siriarna to wake and now she sees it too. Our realm will be no longer if the energy ball makes contact. That I am sure of.
Taking in the menacing phenomena lighting the sky, she looks up at me and asks me to turn back time.
It’s closing in and I know she’s right. I don’t want to do it, I don’t want her to forget this perfect moment, but in my soul I know I have no choice. With my heart hammering, breaking, ripping from of my chest, I summon the ribbons of Time to my palm.
