“That’s fine.” Gray brought my hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “You can ask anything you want, whenever you want, and I’ll try my best to answer.”
“Thank you.”
“Quentin, I will say that Elva would love to spend time with you. She’s your blood, and it would mean a lot to her.”
“Not yet.”
Gray didn’t press the matter any further. His hand moved back to my thigh, tracing circles along the fabric that covered them.
“May I ask you something?” Gray said.
“Sure.”
“Is Ethan planning to hang around?”
A weird stabbing pain occurred in my chest, and I took in a deep breath, trying to recover from it.
“I’m not sure,” I replied once the pain passed. “I didn’t stick around long enough to find out. I assume he’ll be gone. It was so strange that he turned up after I got rid of the ring.”
“You got rid of that hideous piece of shit?”
I slapped his chest hard. “Yes. I pawned it before I came to the pub.”
The grin that Gray wore looked wide enough to split his face as he grabbed mine and kissed me passionately. I moved to straddle his lap and gave in to every ounce of want for him that coursed through me. I knew my life was complicated and that this thing with him wasn’t needed because it would make things worse, but when had we ever chosen logic?
Gray’s hands gripped my ass with bruising force, and I buried my fingers into his hair as our tongues fought against each other. The draw towards him would forever be indescribable. All I knew was when I was with him, my soul was at ease. Beside Gray, life felt manageable and the exhaustion I carried through my life was shared, making it easier to breathe.
We broke apart and the grin still graced his face, but his eyes were turning from blue to black.
“You need to keep some control,” I said, kissing the tip of his nose.
Gray snorted a laugh and picked me up in one swift motion. He walked us over to the full-length mirror in his room, setting me down in front of it.
“Try again, love,” he said, voice low and husky.
His hand guided my head until I looked at myself and gasped. My eyes, that were usually a deep brown shade, were gloriously golden. The image made me seem otherworldly.
Divine.
“There’s no more hiding it now, Quentin.”
Gathered down by the waterfalls behind Ig’s estate, I watched closely as he worked with Quentin. That had been Erik’s idea since Quen and Ignacio were likely to be teamed when she was accepted by the Gods. An idea I wasn’t best pleased with as it made the jealousy boil deep in my soul.
But we needed to get out of the heavens and away from the prying eyes of my kin. In order to do that, Quen had to control her aura better, which meant I accepted the need for reinforcements.
“You need to reach it when you aren’t feeling powerful emotions,” Ignacio said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Well, that’s easier said than done, Ig,” Quen snapped as they worked for the second day in a row.
“You’re a pain in the ass. You know that?”
Erik and I were perched on the grass watching them argue and trying to work through the lesson.
“Try. Again,” Ig gritted out. “Are you sure your gift is success because—"
Quentin knocked him off his feet in a wave of gold. Orange sparked up around Ig before I projected my aura out in front of her.
“Ignacio!” I barked, livid with his response. “Teach her or give up and I’ll do it myself!”
