At all of them.
Then whispered, “Trent was him.”
They all went still.
Completely, terrifyingly still.
Pantar moved to my side,“Nexus, there is a purpose to everything. Do not despair. The Ancestors always set things right.”
Kharox nodded his head, then made the sign he’d been doing since the moment he met me.“Your Fellat is wise, Khal’ Sira.”
Pops frowned. “If Reverie knows… then I would bet Trent knows too.”
I shivered because the bond pulsed once.
Hard.
Like Trent’s soul had responded to his statement.
Nathan started pacing. “You should have told us about these dreams sooner.”
I sighed. We’d had this argument multiple times already. “Maybe, but what difference would it have made? We were running for our lives. There wasn’t time to try and figure out what it all meant anyway.”
I squeezed Oren tight, then dropped my feet to the ground and went to my Psycho. “I know all that, but I don’t like feeling helpless. Maybe Zane and I should teleport to him and kill the bastard. Even if we don’t make it, at least you’d be safe.”
Zane cackled, “I love that idea. Nothing says romance like being covered in the blood of my precious girls, enemies.”
“No, you willnot!” I screamed, “What happened to living for me, asshole?”
I pushed his chest, furious at the very thought of anything happening to him or Zane. Especially with my vision still fresh and Lilibet’s pain when seeing each of her men fall dead.
He didn’t move.
“Nate,” I whispered.
He inhaled sharply at the nickname I hadn’t used since we were little kids. I’d hoped it would soften him, but tonight he didn’t soften.
Tonight he was a storm.
His eyes glowed like embers. “No. I don’t want to lose you. Not again.”
“Nathan—”
He grabbed my wrist. Gentle, but the kind of gentle that barely contained something feral underneath.
“I think this is our cue to leave.” I heard my mom say, and my dad’s grumbled as they followed behind her.
“Say it again.”
“Nate.”
He exhaled like I’d punched the air from his lungs. Then he hauled me in. There was no warning. No hesitation. Just heat.
His hand slid up my spine, gripping the back of my neck as his mouth crashed against mine—hungry, angry, desperate. His body pressed me back against one of the thick tree trunks close to us, pinning me there with all that fire and pent-up terror.
I gasped, and he took advantage—deepening the kiss, teeth catching my bottom lip, growling into my mouth like he needed to taste my heartbeat.
“Nathan—” I breathed against him. My blood heated from the intensity of his kiss.
