I need to get back to my books. I know I’m close to figuring this out. To breaking this curse.
Of course I’ve felt that way several times before, and yet here I am, still fucking stuck.
There is a small chance that this situation has given me anger issues, however I have never really been what someone would call calm, such is my nature, so maybe that’s not the case.
Something I am sure of though, is that the timeline has been moved up because Neith has realized who she is a lot sooner than anyone thought she would. Having met her, I’m not surprised at all, but my desire to protect her has gone from duty to a burning need.
She has to stay safe.
I’ll fucking ensure it.
Thankfully, I’m not the only one who is concerned with her safety, she has a group of incredibly strong men to ensure it too. I have a feeling that making sure that Neith remains safe is a full-time job that will need all of us.
Of course, my current situation is going to make my part in that difficult to do. Not impossible, but certainly difficult.
There isn’t anything that I can do about it now, so I do what I usually do when I’m in this dream state.
I allow myself to remember, I’m terrified to forget.
Neith
“We’ve got to cross that?” Raiden asks, his eyebrows raised.
“And I still can’t use any magic?” Van asks with a frown.
Griff shakes his head, “Nope. This is the final leg of the journey.” He points across the huge expanse of water, “Do you see that spec in the distance?”
“Just about,” Baz replies, squinting his eyes in order to see better.
“That’s my clan lands,” Griff smiles fondly.
“Your clan lands are a whole damn island?” Coen exclaims.
“Aye,” Griff replies and then clears his throat, “yes, we own an island off the very top of Scotland. It’s not on any maps, and magic keeps it hidden from the humans and all other supernaturals. It is very well guarded.”
I smirk, his Scottish accent came out then, just a little bit. I know that he lost it because of spending so much time away from Scotland growing up, but I think it’s really interesting that being back here, even before we’ve spoken to anyone, has it slipping back through.
It’s surprisingly sexy. His deep, rough voice, coupled with that snippet of Scottish accent, does things to me that I didn’t expect, and quite frankly, I’m going to do my absolute hardest to make sure that it sticks around after we leave, because hot damn.
“So we’re rowing,” Coen says, not looking entirely disappointed by the idea. “Is there even a boat that’s big enough to take us?”
Griff chuckles, “We don’t have to row, that would take forever, but we are going to have to go over in two boats.”
“Great, at least there’s no rowing,” Doc says, and then looks around and frowns, “Where are the boats?”
“Hopefully they’re still where they always were,” Griff replies as he starts to walk further down the shoreline.
“Hopefully?” Raiden asks. “It’s too damn cold for hopefully.”
I have to agree, I thought it was cold before, but the wind coming off the water has a particularly nasty chill to it.
“Er, Neith was supposed to stay away from water, and that is a rather large expanse of water,” Baz reminds us all, his worried gaze on me.
“Fuck,” Van curses as his worried gaze meets mine.
I shrug, “Honestly, I completely forgot all about that. I’m sure it’s going to be fine.”
“Is there no other way to get to the island? Or even a way to signal to them that we’re here, so that we can use our magic to get across instead?” River asks Griff.
