With a painful grunt, she slams her hands into the floor. The vibrations pass through my knees and sink into my bones. My brothers and I still as ropes of black bleed from her palms. It flows across her room.
Obliterating everything.
Well…not everything.
I glance over my shoulder, following Kyzen’s stunned gaze. Her power swallows everything whole. Aside from the decorations on her mantel.
The statue I made her.
The book from Amick.
The timepiece that thuds with Kyzen’s heart.
The box that holds her daggers is up there as well. Although I know she’s armed with those.
She sits back on her heels and lets her neck fall back as her palms rest on her thighs, facing up.
My heart thunders in my chest as her Creation takes hold of the space, reshaping what was into what she wants it to be.
There are no crazy, drastic changes. Her bed forms beside us first. It’s just as, if not bigger than, it was. Night tables,a few lamps, and some delicate greenery appear, just like she originally had, but there are tiny touches that make it different.
Hers. Her true creation. Not what the house designed for her.
The biggest change, the one that truly takes my breath away, is her fireplace. She used to have a set of wings centered on the mantel that was an ombre of white and purple.
Now, the stone that makes the fireplace is carved into wings that are in a variety of colors just like her eyes, plus the original white and purple.
A gasp rips through my parted lips as a sensation slams into my chest, and my head pivots back around to her.
Those hypnotizing irises glow, and I sense the swirling in her lower stomach.
She is, and always will be, the most gorgeous, dangerous, most fucking alluring creature I’ve ever seen. None can hold a torch to her in my life.
I’ll love her fiercely through utter Chaos or the most level harmonization.
“My power is mine. My fate is mine. You all are fucking mine. And no one will attempt to take any of that from me again. If they do…” A long breath falls from her, and I suck down the stream of air. “They won’t like the reality they find themselves living.”
She’s aligned.
And she’s declared the consequence of what happens to those who cross her line.
A shaky sigh escapes her, and all the power in the room snaps out of existence. It hits her, snatching her forward, and a grunt escapes past her lips. The four of us lunge toward her, catching her before she crashes into the floor.
She pants, rolling in our hands until she’s blinking up at the ceiling. Her head rests in my lap, and I stare into her exhausted eyes.
“You did it, little burden. You did it all by yourself.”
She shakes her head.
“I could never do any of this without all of you.”
My mouth twitches into a small smile. I lean forward and lay my lips softly against hers.
Everything within me settles, mimicking the calmness now flowing through her. My forehead rests against hers, and I breathe in every breath she releases.
“I love you, Thayla Godrun. We love you more than we could ever explain.”
We—I—might not be able to put the words together to describe the depth in which I love this goddess, but I can show her.
