“Oh yes, the fuck you do. Don’t listen to Kyzen. Well, actually, you don’t have anything to be sorry for, but you’re sure as shit in trouble.”
“That harmony forcing you to see reason, huh?” I snort and he grumbles into my hair.
“Taurnshit.”
“You can yell at me all you want after I can feel my lips so I can yell back.”
His chest expands, lifting me up and settling me back down as he exhales.
“It’s a date, angel.”
Amick
32
The heat slinking its way through my blood isn’t just because of the fiery bath the five of us are sitting in.
A foreign rage that I have no idea how to manage continues to burn through me as I track the invisible designs Riven’s and Creed’s fingers make on Thayla’s back.
How could this have happened?
She wasn’t the only one to get pulled overboard, but she was the only one not returned within seconds.
Brogden’s two crew members, Mara, andJeremiahgot pulled over by the Ravarie, but each was returned with a white tentacle instead of black wrapped around their waists.
She was gone for minutes.
I can’t imagine the way she feels right now.
The way that water stole the breath from my lungs had all logic leaving my mind. Her name bellowed from our lips every time we were returned, then we dove back in.
I’d face that icy fear a thousand times again for her.
“You okay back there, Candyman?”
My exhale leaves my lips slowly as she turns in Riven’s lap to face me. Neither his hand nor Creed’s budges. They just slide to her stomach. Kyzen moves incloser, running his hand up and down her leg as he tries to ground himself back to reality.
“No, I am not.”
Her gaze softens on me in a way that has my heat morphing from boiling to simmering.
“I can feel it. I just can’t tell if you’re that upset with me or the whole situation.”
“I’m upset whatever just happened to you happened, but I’m not upset with you. I despise many things, but I absolutely and utterly hate the thought, knowledge, and witnessing something bad happening to you. I feel it so strongly, I don’t know how to process it.”
“Amick…”
I shake my head. “You are the center of my realm,Mysenta. The thought that we’re sailing a deadly sea to another dead end is driving all other rational and logical thought from my mind. I can’t continue to waste time and risk losing you.”
Her gorgeous eyes well and I thank the Valories when color finally creeps into her cheeks. Her core body temperature was concerning me.
“We’re not on a dead end,” she whispers as she leans her body back.
“Stop grinding against me.”
“Just give me a second.”
She obviously can’t see behind her, but if she could, she’d see the relieved, caring smirk on Riven’s face that he usually only lets slip when he thinks none of us are paying him attention.
