You raise an eyebrow at him. “Wait, is that really how it works?”
“Well, no. Technically.” He glances away sheepishly. “Actually, we’ll be constrained by however long you can live.”
“Oh. That’s significantly less long, I’m afraid.”
“I’m aware.” He kisses you softly again. “Don’t worry, my beautiful, amazing human. I’m aware. I knew what I was doing. And I’d do it all over again.”
You blush.
This is so romantic. Impossibly romantic.
Maybe you really did die, because this can’t be happening in real life. There’s no way.
Staring up into his steel blue eyes, you say, “So…I think you promised to tell me something if we survived. And I may be mistaken, but it seems to me we have survived.”
Ziros smirks. “You remembered that, huh?”
“I’d never forget.”
“Good. Then I’ll tell you. Just…” he glances back at Sy, who clears his throat as if to remind you he’s still standing there. “Not right now.”
“You’re stalling,” you protest.
Ziros laughs. “Maybe. But come on, human. I’ll take you home.”
“Wait. One more thing.” You turn to Sy, holding out one hand. “I believe you still owe me my sword back, thank you very much.”
He frowns, handing it over, still watching Ziros skeptically. “Alright. But just know that if you try anything funny and cause any more chaos, this won’t be the last you see of me.”
Ziros glares at his twin. “The same goes foryou.”
With that, Sy leaps from the roof, vanishing into the night as he swings off a drainage pipe and parkours off a balcony below.
Show-off.
Finally, you and Ziros are alone.
And you’re safe at last.
Staring down at the glowing light on your arm, you can hardly believe it. You’re exhausted and your head is still reeling, but you’ve never felt more relieved.
Ziros is back. And you’re linked together.
Forever.
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“Come on, human,” Ziros says, lifting you in his arms under the crisp, starry night sky. “Let’s go home.”
“Hey!” You protest, “Aren’t you going to tell me the thing now? The thing you promised to tell me if we survived!”
Your words whip into the wind, drowned by the roar as Ziros leaps from the roof.
You don’t even get a chance to scream.
