Chapter Forty
Dorian
I’d been tortured before. I’d been stabbed through the chest with rebar.
The pain that was overtaking my body, as well as Asher and Draco’s, was indescribable.
It was like being thrown into lava while high-voltage electricity was hooked straight to your veins.
We’d all fallen to our knees before the sword that was streaming a bright light to the sky above.
I could barely keep my eyes open to see that the world around us was beginning to shift.
“I have to pull the sword at the right moment.” Asher gritted out his words before his head flew back from a surge of torment that blasted through this break in time.
We tried to focus on what was happening, but the pain was trying to claim us.
“Almost there.” Asher tried to stand but was pushed to the ground again. The powers we were fucking with were unnatural, but here we were.
He rose to his hands and knees, trying to crawl to the sword.
“Fuck this.” I pushed against the gravity that was trying to flatten me against the earth while I suffered.
A bellow of pain erupted from my chest as lightning hit me, and when it left my body, all the power from the sun and light I’d taken earlier was ripped from my body.
Digging my fingers into the ground, I moved slow, but I managed to wrap my hands around Asher and push him forward, using my strength to get him to the sword. Draco had joined me as we used our bodies to move the witch.
He cried out in pain, gripping the hilt with everything he had and pulling, chanting something I couldn’t focus on because of the agony inside my own body wreaking havoc.
Then it was over.
We were thrown back as the world stopped spinning from the force. Everything still hurt, but nothing like before. It was more of a soreness you’d get from being in a car accident.
“Good job, guys. You did it.”
Phillip’s voice penetrated the air, and I sat up to look around. Everything was back to normal. The sky was blue with the sun shining, and people were walking around like they hadn’t been part of a supernatural war. Phillip was standing there in clean clothes, looking more chipper than ever.
Draco tried to talk but couldn’t get the words out. I tried, and nothing. My throat was dry and felt like it was burned.
“It’ll come back soon. Everyone is alive and kicking. I can tell you where they are, but we have to talk first.”
We all were starting to stand on shaky legs, while Phillip narrowed his sight on me.
“We have a chance to start over, to do things the proper way, and learn from our mistakes. You gave up your hate for love. I trust you have no plans on going back to your villainous ways?”
I could see both Draco and Asher tensing, ready to fight me again, depending on my answer.
“It’s done.”
Might as well embrace this new path of mortality and be…happy for once.
“No more immortality?” He went further, and I shook my head. I’d give that up too. Immortality was a pain in the ass, and after having felt things I never wanted to feel again, I didn’t want to outlive Esme.
Esme. I ached to go and see her. Would she remember us together? Or still see me as the asshole doctor I was before?
“Great. Welcome to Seahill, one year prior to when you left the city in chaos. People without gifts don’t remember a thing. The rest of us, it just depends. Some do, and some don’t. There is not another you in this time. You and your body before merged. Complicated stuff, but just know you won’t be running into a you from one year ago. I suggest you go on with the life you had, and we will figure out how to make the Hero Society better than it ever was before. Yes, Dorian, I am including you in this. You’re welcome to join our little club.” Phillip smirked, and I rolled my eyes. That invitation would be sitting on the table for a while.
“Okay. Now, about your loves: Rose is at her apartment. Esme is at the hospital working, and Echo is driving to her apartment. We got second chances, guys, let’s not fuck it up.”
