?Then everything goes black, but at least the last thing I saw was her.
Nine
Mavyn – Novam 14
“You know,” Darian says cautiously as I let Castiel drop to the floor and tighten the locks of everything within to once again feel like nothing, “you were only able to detain him because he will not hurt you.”
?Stooping down, I grab my hat and MP3 player before backing away from the unconscious body. Not acknowledging the angel’s words because one, that is obvious. . . and two, because I don’t care to admit again that he is another one of my fated.
?So content was I to pretend he didn’t exist and that the little fate line between us wasn’t there. He was as well. . . until now.
?I can feel Darian drawing closer so I shift so he’s now in my line of sight. His shirtless chest the first thing I see before I look up to his icy eyes.
?I wait for it to happen. For fate to reveal itself and prove my suspicion.
?But I do not get to see his soul and his smirk tells me he knows what I was waiting for.
?“Disappointed?” he teases. When I don’t answer he glances at Castiel and tips his head. “Is that true? You ripping out your own soul?”
?I look away from him to a random stack of books on a shelf. Leather bound, no titles, colored dark red, blue and green.
?“I bet if I had been able to claw out my eyes when I was six I would have been able to rip out my soul with them.”
?I can sense his body shift. His blood flowing faster as his heart trips. His aura so carefully settled around him, so controlled all the time. I remember Asher saying out of them it would be Darian, the angel of the group, who was the unhinged psychopath. But I feel like he’s the one most in control. So meticulous, right down to how he’s able to make other people perceive him.
?Psychopath – probably. Unhinged – not even close. At least not truly.
?“Unfortunately, that time I did truly lie,” I finally answer. Because lies by omission or fae lies are not true lies. “My soul remains within but I do not know why others can’t see it.”
?“Anyone else you’re fated to?”
?I look at him this time. Staring straight at him to see if it’ll happen this time. He smirks again but doesn’t say anything about it.
?When nothing happens I turn towards the door. “Not that I currently am sure of.”
?I pull my cap back on as I open the door and without another word I leave. Darian can deal with my demigod fated.
?There’s more. . . I can feel it vibrating in the room. Questions, answers, confessions. I, however, do not wish to find them out now. I’m tired after the pain from burning and all I want to do is sleep before classes tomorrow. Classes, which unfortunately, will be with said fated.
?I haven’t seen Callahan in two days, Varian since the incident in his own room – which I later found out was the place that didn’t look familiar – and Castiel will probably be pissed after he wakes up.
?I follow the way I came in to the front door and leave without seeing anyone. A bit eerie, but walking out of that house and sucking in a deep breath of clean air clears all other feelings. It’s so different to the city, even the feeling of the air against my skin is just. . . more.
?Magic.
?The power of magic and things unexplainable.
?I hate it.
?Making my way down the steps, I observe the area before continuing. I glance at Stone House over to the right and wonder where Thorne was when he saw me enter Breath. His rooms are in – were in – the back. I wonder if they have them all fixed up again. I wonder if Nana is sure Thorne – the blood demon whohas tried to kill me, who is as cold as frozen stone, who is entitled and manipulative and cruel – is the same one she told me about when I was fourteen.
?Who was her boy, a chess grandmaster, had the spirit of a strategist as well as a fierce warrior, a protector, but could also be kindhearted and gentle. Choosing to save the snowy foxes trapped in a snare during one winter at his family’s cabin despite them biting him. Always collecting little rocks or sea glass for his cousin who loves them despite the debris being worthless to celestials.
?She told me so many stories about him. He was my first hero – and my first crush.
?I roughly rub my hands over my face as I walk along the street that curves around the houses. It leads to the main street in front of the school, passing the training arena. Part of me is still contemplating heading over to release this rising frustration.
?He was supposed to be a dream that eventually became reality – not a fucking nightmare.
