Then someone snatched the back of my coat and forced me to look. “She belongs to someone else. That beam doesn’t lie.” It was Julian. “She’s his soulmate. And she’s fucking him right now.”
I turned, shoving his chest, then my fist swung, my knuckles connecting to his face. It was not my intention to strike him. All I wanted was for him to stop and leave me alone so that I could breathe.
Once again, I was wrenched backwards. “You have to calm down.”
“But I love her,” I scraped out through the emotion clogging my throat, looking at the four of them, their sympathetic faces blurring.
CHAPTER 58
ADORA
That night,the hallowed wind woke me.
I opened my eyes to a cracked balcony door and a slow creaking, but I remembered never leaving the door open.
The cold swirled inside Cyrus’s room, rushing across my skin. This breeze attempted to clear the cobwebs already gathering inside my brittle chest, reminding me that life kept moving forward even though this pain felt like death.
Cyrus’s room faced the lighthouse. The beam cut through the fogged glass of the door, reaching for the bed like a motherly hand wishing to rock me back to sleep to a place where it didn’t hurt anymore.
Only hours before, Cyrus and I confirmed our marriage in the eyes of Sacred Sea, while also proving to the coven we were each other’s match. Each time the events from the night flashed through my mind, Stone’s face appeared at the heart of it like the lighthouse beam.
I want Stone,my cold heart cried.I want my husband.
Right now. Right now. Right now.
And a cry escaped me. I shoved my face into the pillow to suffocate it until it softened, faded, and died away. Behind me, Cyrus slept soundly on his stomach, facing the other way. My feet touched the floor, and I walked toward the back door to close it. But where was Cyrus’s watcher?
I turned slowly, colliding with wide, fearful eyes from the opposite side of the room. Cyrus’s watcher was tied to his chair, a gag around his mouth, dark figures standing around him. I ran to Cyrus, but arms wrapped around me, yanking me backward and pinning me to a chest.
A hand came over my mouth.
“Hi, darling.” A whisper in my ear.
My eyes closed, relief breaking through me. Instead of pushing him away, I was hugging his arms against my chest.
“Are you going to be quiet?” Stone asked. I nodded against his hand.
He turned me until I was looking into black eyes. I’ve never felt so whole than in these moments when I was looking into his black eyes.
His hands instantly came over my face. “Are you all right?”
I shook my head, my every breath shallow, and his face fell.
“Do you want to come with me?”
“She doesn’t have a choice. Grab her and lets go,” a figured whispered from the corner of the room.
Stone grabbed my jaw, forcing me to face him again. “Do you want to come with me?”
“Yes,” I whispered, clinging to his coat and nodding.
“All right, one more thing before we leave...” Stone’s words drifted as he ripped himself from my grasp. I spun in place, watching his back as he stalked around the bed and to the other side. Then he snatched Cyrus from his sleep and pinned him to the wall by his throat like a picture frame. Like Cyrus weighed absolutely nothing even though they were the same size.
“Wake up,” Stone said, veins popping and muscles flexing in his arm. Cyrus’s eyes were already wide open, his hands gripping Stone’s at his throat.
He looked at me, then back at Stone again.
“Do you know who I am?” Stone asked.
