Kai held up his hand to him. “It’s fine. I’ve got it.”
Sylas shook his head in dismay. “Basilisk Lord respected by a motherfucker like Kai Hunter, able to access Celestial magic, defying his kingdom for my son, who he loves. A dragon princess giving up her title in such a powerful way and now starting a group that will empower heirs across the supernatural world in a way never known before. A chaotic Ifrit reinventing himself, fighting for those who can’t fight for themselves and reminding me of my vigilante days. That’s quite the relationship unit Win’s got around him.”
“Certainly nothing to sneer at,” Kai said with a chuckle.
“All right,” Sylas said, “Let’s see to this spellwork. It’s gonna take time and be extremely difficult to see to. And that’s coming from me.”
“And me actually. It’s deeply complex.”
“Then perhaps a younger perspective will assist,” I said.
They both eyed me.
“You mean ‘modern’?” Kai questioned. He nudged Sylas. “Is he calling us passe? Sylas?”
Sylas grinned at me, then told Kai, “No. He’s lighting that fire in us. He knows of our ego issues.”
“That’s conjecture. Misinformation.”
Sylas burst out laughing.
And it was honestly a salve very much needed at this juncture.
It had me chuckling too, especially when Kai went to ruffle his hair, but ended up receiving that instead from Sylas.
It was a much-needed reminder for me.
With so much darkness closing in, the suffocating nature of it, there was hope to be had, more than just the fight to be had.
There was this, moments like this.
Moments I’d relished with my loves that were much like this.
Joyful, unburdened.
And worth everything.
Most certainly worth every fight.
It reaffirmed something integral to it all.
Integral for me.
No matter what came our way, Winter, Evira, Zayn, and I would remain.
Our relationship.
Our closeness.
Our lives we were building ever deeper together.
Ourlove.
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~Evira~
Our little hellion had me giggling.
