Oren had become immersed in his scrolls and tablets. Often disappearing for long periods, I assume to locate information from outside sources. He’d not shown up to train any of the incoming students since her disappearance. Not trying to hide the fact that he didn’t give two shits about any of their survival. Always looking for a way to open a portal and get Reverie back.
That’s assuming she’s still alive…
I couldn’t think like that.
I looked down at the mark on my wrist and ran my finger across it. The only people who knew about it were in our immediate circle. And that’s the way it had to stay.
This was beyond rare.
Not since Queen Lilibet had an Aurathion developed the ability to mark anyone outside of their Faction.
None of us knew what to make of it, and with the DF's attacks ramping up, research time was limited.
One thing I did know was that I now felt a strange connection to Reverie. Oliver and I had discussed it at length. Ever since we’d been marked, it was almost like we could feel when she was in distress.
The feeling was distant, like knowing you'd forgotten something, but the memory was just beyond reach. Like an itch you couldn’t scratch.
It was beyond frustrating, and the guys weren’t helping relieve those feelingsat all. They wouldn’t let me participate in any of the skirmishes that had occurred lately. The main explanation being that I wasn’t part of a fully formed Faction.
Of course, Oliver and Deshawn agreed with them. Not that Deshawn had a say in the matter, because, well, he wasn’t my… my… nope, I couldn’t even lie to myself.
My shoulders fell in dejection. Iknewwhat Deshawn was to me, but finding joy in completing my Faction felt so wrong without my bestie. Not to mention the agony my brothers were in.
I was selfish enough to know it was only a matter of time before I gave in… probably hours, if I was honest. The guy was gorgeous, a little over six feet of mocha skin, muscles, and dark green eyes.
I should get an award for lasting this long.
There was so much frustration in my life right now that I felt like I was going to explode.
Oren and my brothers were throwing excuses right and left about why I needed to stay safe—claiming that possible harm could come to Reverie through our connection. It might be true; we didn’t know anything about our connection, but I was an excellent researcher, dammit! And I wasn’t even being utilized in that sense.
I was tired of the excuses and being sheltered like a princess when Reverie was out there facing who knew what.
The desire to be useful was riding me hard. Whether it was due to the marks or just because I loved Reverie so much, I didn’t know. But Ineededto help.
I’d told Oren as much; if fighting was out, then at least let me help more with research. If not about opening a portal, then at least trying to learn more about the marks.
Both Oliver and I felt driven to do something. We had to dosomething.
“What are you thinking about so hard, Aegisseer?”Pantar popped in suddenly, scaring me half to death.
He’d begun calling me that after Reverie marked me. I didn't know what it meant, and he refused to explain.
I hadn’t gotten used to hearing him in my head yet, either. “Damn, you’ve got to quit doing that!” I held a hand to my fast-beating heart. “And where have you been for the last few days?”
Reverie’s mark had allowed both Oliver and me to hear the large Fellat… among other things.
He gave his creepy grin, showing all of those shark-like teeth.“Mira and I have been busy continuing to try to open a portal into Aurathia.”
“I thought you gave up on that.” The coffee machine beeped, and I poured a large cup of the delicious brew.
Pantar looked at me in disapproval.“We never gave it up. I find it insulting that you would think as much.”
“What my La’ u alofagia meant was that we hadn’t heard anything from you about it, so we assumed you’d moved on to looking for other solutions.” Oliver walked in with bare feet and no shirt, only those sexy as fuck grey sweatpants of his.
He was well aware of what they did to me.
I poured him a cup of coffee and licked my lips at the sight he made. “That’s exactly what I meant. I’m just not as good at wording things as my sexy man.”
