Instinctively, Cyrus covered his erection under the Cryptid’s heated stare.
“I’m going to guess it was not bad at all,” Killian mused, his gaze flicking back to his, with a tense but slightly amused smile on his face. “But your reluctance to tell me has me questioning exactly what you did see.”
“Umm…” He cleared his throat, as he felt his face heat.
“You are about to piss me off, Cyrus,” the Siren warned sweetly, his eyes narrowing.
Cyrus held his hands up to ward Killian off, sputtering, “J-just give me a uh—” His brain malfunctioned for just a second, before the words finally came to him. “—a moment! Give me a moment to wrap my head around what I just fucking saw. And before you try to kill me, you were definitely in the vision as well.”
Killian’s eyes widened at that. “‘As well’?”
Killian followed Cyrus with his gaze as the Fate paced in front of the bed, his patience more than wearing thin. In fact, it took a serious effort on his part to not snap when Cyrus once again stopped, looked at him, appeared to be about to talk, before going back to pacing. Killian, however, did not bother to hold back when the man did it again a few moments later.
“You have five seconds to tell me what you saw, or face the consequences of pissing me off,” Killian said calmly, the second the Fate went back to pacing.
Cyrus spun back towards him, eyes wide in alarm. “Baby, you don’t understand! It’s a lot.”
“Five.”
“My brain is still making sense of it!”
“Four.”
“Just give me—uh—five more minutes!”
“Three.”
“It’s just so hard to say what I saw out loud!”
“Two.”
“Maybe I can write it down? Would that work?!”
“One.”
“MERCY!”
Ender grabbedthings for his tray as he moved through the food line, at the same time, Soren continued to follow behind and lecture him.
“You shouldn’t be up,” the Harpy grumbled again.
“I heal fast.” And he did. Ender was hurting, but he’d likely be good as new in a few days, which based on that morning, was very bad news for everyone fucking there.
“You’re limping, holding yourself stiff, and you look exhausted. You need to rest. I could have brought you food.”
Resting was in fact a bad idea, as it risked dreaming. He really should tell Soren how far the second dream had taken him into the memories, but as he opened his mouth, he found himself hesitating.
The truth was, just because the second dream had gone further than normal, it didn’t mean they didn’t still have time. Ender could wait. At least, he could wait until the next dream, and see just how fast it was progressing each time. Because the first dream had been normal, aside from how early it was, sowho knew. Either way, Ender would be able to gauge how much time they had left after the next one. Maybe—fuck…
“First of all, I’m not limping. Also, you can’t seriously tell me you expected me to wait for you to show up? Comms are down, remember?”
“You could have at least waited at the table while I fetched our trays. Also, I was literally on my way when you waddled…”
Ender frowned when Soren trailed off, the man’s gaze seeming to be drawn to something behind him. Glancing back, his eyes widened, and a startled laugh slipped out of his mouth as he caught sight of what the Harpy had to be looking at.
Cyrus, no doubt having just entered the cafeteria through the door across from the line, was somehow walking with his head held high, even with the small, angry gray cloud hovering just above him, raining down steadily onto him.
With his tight curls plastered to his head, and water streaming down his face, the man was soaked through, and currently squeaking with each step. The bottom of his pants looked to be stuck to him, but it was hard to tell how the rest was due to the long puffy coat he had on. The Fate was also leaving a trail of wet in his wake, and seemed to be unbothered, or was just expertly ignoring all of the stares as he walked to the back of the breakfast line.
