Our lives.
It’s encased in a cold coffin of death. However, inside, we thrive.
The walls are frigid, the floor even chillier.
Yet vines can grow here.
Roots are possible.
Life will begin anew.
I can create. Hades can resurrect. Maliki can protect. And Morpheus can inspire.
It’s an incredible marriage of circumstance and fate.
A world I want to be part of.
A bond I’ll never leave willingly.
Something screeches in my ear, the agonizing sound going straight to my heart. But it doesn’t pierce the shield around my vital organ. Instead, it withers away.
Because I’m safe here.
With my mates.
Surrounded by their warmth.
Their affection.
Their strength.
Demeter can’t touch me.
It’s a fact that becomes true as I open my eyes and find Maliki holding me, his gold eyes intense. Morpheus is beside him, his hand on my arm.
And Hades’s palm is around my throat, his body seeming to cradle mine along with Maliki’s.
It’s like they caught me falling from the sky and formed a nest around me on the ground.
“Sera,” Maliki breathes.
I stare at him, my lips parting to say his name.
But the gravity of everything I’ve just experienced whips around me once more, and all I can do isscream.
Because it’s too much.
Too intense.
Too hot.
A combination of convoluted experiences.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t think.
Except my brain is on fire with the past. The present.The now.
