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I worried about the demon on the plane. I knew he had some connection to Saint. I felt it in my very bones, but it wouldn’t matter now. We were doomed to perish, but I was thankful for what he’d done in the heat of the moment.
Giving those guys a glimpse of payback for even thinking of hurting me sexually.
I lost the strength to fight my unconsciousness, and by letting go, it almost felt like I was floating instead of falling. The sensation seemed to further calm me down, but it also helped me feel the hand that grasped my outstretched one.
Gathering the bits of strength I had left, I opened my eyes the best I could. I felt the blood begin to drip out of my nose and get taken by the fierce winds, but it didn’t feel that way to my delusional mind, for I was floating and was now held by a glimmering prince.
Wow…was he divinely beautiful.
Those strands of black with bits of white were replaced with completely white strands that blew wildly in the wind. They were long, almost like an archangel from the winter tales, while his body of bronze glimmered as if he wore a cloth of sequins.
His tattoos, scars, and incantations were all on display as his magic rushed through his body to his back and began to pierce upward while he kept his hold on me. He tugged me upward while I was pressed against his chiseled body of warmth that welcomed me with loving grace as his arms wrapped tightly around me.
Any tension that remained in my limbs escaped their tight clutches, and though I knew we were going to die, I’d never felt more at peace than in this moment.
“I know…it was you,” I whispered into him, and I felt proud that I’d at least discovered the truth. “Loki…we’re going to die.”
“You always know when it’s me,” he whispered in return and hugged me even tighter. “Shh, Sweet Queen. Such word will not prosper against us.”
It made me smile even as my consciousness began to fade, and I wondered if he’d take me to paradise to see our Goddess.
“I have her,” Loki declared. “I can’t hold this form much longer, so y’all better do something.”
I wondered who he was talking to, and in a moment, it didn’t feel as if I was in my body at all. It freaked me out as I watched the next set of events as if they were a movie before my eyes.
We were probably ten seconds from the approaching waters, and my heart seemed to stop in that moment as I awaited our end.
Then I saw it.
A single person standing upon the waters as if it was a solid surface, their attire nothing but black. I pondered who it was - if Death was here to take our souls away before our bodies were mutilated by the impact of the waters.
It took a few short seconds for me to realize who it was as they lifted their hand up. The display of our bond mark was illuminated in an inky black.
Saint…
One look at my playboy’s face and I knew he wasn’t just mad, he was in a state of rage so great that it couldn’t even blossom onto his face. It was bubbling inside, fuming in madness, and it was about to come out with the solid snap of his fingers.
As if my thoughts triggered the very move, I watched as Loki’s body of glimmering warmth began to be wrapped in a bubble of transparent energy that held hues of the rainbow. We’d hit the surface where Saint stood in five seconds, but I knew that wasn’t going to be our fated ending because that snap triggered something absolutely amazing.
Wings began to emerge from Saint’s back, their bodies made of darkness that pierced outward and carried the flexibility to flap upward. The single move sent so much wind upward that a cyclone was formed around him in a solid blink - leaving him hovering in mid-air as the waters below swirled rapidly like a summoned whirlpool.
The ball of light slammed into the whiplash of waves, the collision only forcing the bubble of glimmering transparency to hover in that very spot. It was mesmerizing to see, but it only further surprised me as the bubble burst and wings of iridescent sparkle unwrapped around Loki and me.
He was holding my body in his arms, princess-style, but one look at my pale flesh and I surely had to be dead. That had to be why I was witnessing this all in real-time, but neither man seemed to have lost hope just yet.
“Willow.”Loki’s voice was foreign in nature, the depth of sound alone enough to grasp my attention as I suddenly felt the urge to get closer. As if sensing my approach, he looked my way, and I beamed at his attention as I flew straight to him.
When I stopped right at his side, he gestured to my body.
“You have to come back, Sweets,”he quietly reasoned, and I was already beginning to see the exhaustion in his eyes. I didn’t want to defy him, but I felt so free like this. No more burdens or feelings of uncertainty. I could just fly around and be…free.
Did I want to be free?
“Sweet Flower.”
I forced myself to look away from Loki’s beautiful image to Saint. He truly looked like the definition of a dark demon summoned to take the souls of various individuals.
In a classy way.
