I’m actually relieved about that.
A buzz races down my spine as power alights through our whole room.
Divine, raw power.
Gasps sound from my brothers and me as we sit up rapidly, command the lights on, and look at one another.
“The Amethyst,” we say as one.
A piercing scream cuts through the room, causing my heart to jump into my throat and my chest pulls tight. All our attention whips to Thayla as the noise abruptly cuts off, but she’s still panicking.
Her arms and legs flay around as she thrashes in her sleep. There’s no screaming, no panting, nothing as her face turns a frightening shade of blue.
Riven and I grip her as Kyzen snatches the covers back.
Clenched in her hand, an Angel Aura Amethyst glows as bright as a star in the sky. Its power pulses all around her.
Riven pats his pockets down, and his eyes grow wide. “Shit, I was sleeping with that. I thought her little hands were trying to feel me up.”
He attempts to peel her fingers from around it, but it has a grip on her as tight as she has on it.
“Come on, Thayla. Wake up,” I say as I caress her soul, beckoning her to me.
It doesn’t work.
“Tug her soul.”
“What?” my brothers shout.
“Not hard. Not like you’re trying to hurt her. Think of yourself running your finger down her cheek. Nice and easy.”
I grit my teeth at the uncertainty on their face, but it washes away quickly enough, and I sense their souls responding to her.
Come on, my endling, breathe.
Thayla
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Petrified voices pierce my mind, and air rushes into my lungs.
My hand flies to my heart as I try to catch my breath, but it’s impossible as the sensations of their souls continue to engulf me.
“Enough,” I croak out.
It’s barely audible, but Creed understands and commands the others to stop what they’re doing.
“What’s wrong?”
“What happened?”
“What the fuck did the Amethyst do?”
Their questions continue to assault my ears, but I can’t process them other than release the gem locked in my palm.
I flip my body over, forcing myself to all fours as I rock back and forth, desperate to draw in a full breath of air. Their hands grip me, caressing me, but I shake my head.
“I can’t think.”
