And truth be told, my head wasn’t as clear as I would have liked currently.
Whenever there was a lull in our conversation, my interactions with the two of them, flashes of that nightmare reality earlier assaulted me.
Winter shrieking as Sylas had been stabbed.
Me holding him back, trying to keep him from Ruxnoth.
And then… then that heathen tearing him from me, where I’d been unable to do anything but watch him disappear into the ozone with him.
“Vax?”
I blinked to see Zayn eyeing me with concern. He stroked my nape. “It’s okay. You’re right about what you said. So let’s… recuperate, yeah?”
Evira wrapped her arm around my shoulders, offering me so much care and understanding as well, the two of them obviously registering the state of me, and how I’d been holding it at bay for too long now. “Come on, lovely.”
I gave a nod and sank into them.
And not only physically.
I was allowed to.
I was always allowed to with them.
I could just… be.
That—them—had become integral to my life, my way of being… what I’d become because of them.
And nothing,nothingon this earth, was going to ruin that.
Absolutely nothing.
2
~Winter~
“No! No! No!”
“Dad! Dad!”
Ice flooded through my veins.
A rumbling voice I couldn’t stand the sound of said something I couldn’t make out.
Flares of power that weren’t mine surged, making me recoil and want to shove my hand down my own throat and force myself to vomit up all over the fucking place. All over him.
The one who’d done this.
The one who’d destroyed everything.
The one who’d shattered my entire family.
Taken me from my loves.
Made me into everyone’s enemy.
And murdered my dad.
Murdered mydad!
