“The kraken,” Moyrie murmurs in shock.
It happens so fast I barely register the shouting in my head to use the power. Fury shouting.Strange, I don’t think he’s ever shouted before.
Two thick tentacles with suckers trailing their lengths latch onto the cage, squeezing tight and popping the busted bottom off. Moyrie grasps my hand before I fall into the grips of the six other waiting tentacles. I look up to see her hand firmly latched onto one of the bars, yet she’s slipping.There’s no grip.
“USE YOUR POWER,”Fury shouts, finally reaching my ears.
He can sense my distress. I thought he’d be calmer when faced with my ultimate demise. What I feel coming down the bond now is anything but relaxed. He’s pushing his rage into me. It floods me down the bond.
My fingers zap with electricity.HOLY FUCKING GODS.
I feel invincible.
My body is electric.
This sensation surpasses all the other times he shared his magic with me.
The thrum of my heart against my rib cage is a beating drum. It’s like he is right there with me. Every thought, every fear, every unknown is no longer mine but his and vice versa. My God, who forced me to bond with him, is so much more than the prison he has been entombed within.
He can create life.
He is life.
Yet, he is also the darkness that surrounds us—that is what calls to me. I want to grasp onto the darkest parts of him and bleed them dry. It’s where we have always met, and where I feel his strength—our strength.
This is beyond what I thought the bond could feel like. He’s the deep yearning for love I’ve always wanted, made reality. Yet, it’s him,and he forced me into something I wasn’t sure about. I shouldn’t want him.
I hate him.
This is too much.
All of it is too much.
When you’re faced with the reality of all your dreams coming true—the dreams you never once thought of because you were never allowed to hope, dreams that were nothing but wisps on the wind—what do you do? Do you hold onto them with all your might, or do you let them pass you by, knowing that to hold them tight takes a type of strength and endurance only a healed heart can possess?
I don’t know if I have that kind of strength anymore.
Rivern is one thing. But Fury? He’s an immortal God on the precipice of finally being free. Fury is too much.
Too much.
And at that thought, I release it.
I release his power into the water below, where the tentacles of the kraken fall.
In the large, rocky chamber, the echo of an unforgettable force hitting the surface catapults us into the water, the kraken going limp, far-reaching tentacles winding back under the surface.
Now, in the endless cold again, my head bobbing above the water, my feet kicking frantically underneath, I panic, realising I have no idea what I’m doing.
I don’t know how to swim.
Considering the sputtering next to me, Moyrie has no idea, either. Before my body drags me down, I take one large gulp of air, my head sinking under.
Fear grips me tight. My lungs burn for a whole new reason. They will want to release the air I stored soon, and I have no idea how to go back to the surface.
“Fury?” I reach for that fizzling tether, but like a burnt-out fuse, it fizzles into nothing. “Dammit. FURY.” I am counting on him.
Here I am, falling further and further into an abyss, and I have no way of reaching him.
