“I have no idea what it is… And I’m not really certain I want to find out.” My stomach rumbles and I grimace as I mutter, “But I could use some breakfast. What about you?”
Sure, I’m worried. Or anxious. But Callum and I are also two very powerful beings.
I know that as long as I’m with him, that we’re together, we can conquer anything.
Truth be told, I honestly have no idea just how powerful he really is.
I don’t think he does either.
“I would love that, but first I need to figure out how to get the water going in the tiny-ass bathroom. Ineeda shower to get my day started.” Pushing himself up from the bed, his beautiful body is fully exposed. I try not to stare as the sunlight dances across his abs.
Fuck…
Fae don’t curse…at least not with these words.
But hells, this man makes me want to say, and do, all sorts of bad things.
I feel the heat begin to build in my core once more, and I get locked in a trance as he moves past me. I cannot look away from him. He captivates me. Ensnares me. My body responds to him in ways I never thought were possible. It's as if we’re one being.
I’m sure it has everything to do with our coupling last night and the way we connected with each other. It was so much more than just a Zing. We floated while joined… It was elemental.
Is this why we feel their presence this morning… whatever is here?
Did we awaken something last night?
Shaking my head to rid myself of these worrisome thoughts, I say, “Well, yougo do that. I’ll dig through the supplies Trevor prepared for us to see what we have to cook. A hot shower does sound pretty amazing right now. I’m quite fond of that little human luxury. If there’s enough water left, I’ll take one after we eat.”
Walking into the kitchen, I eye the compact iron fireplace and the kettle on top of it. For as long as it’s been here, it’s not covered in dust. Though by the looks of it, the thing hasn’t been used for quite a long time. It can’t be that different from Laric. Though, those with fire affinities usually handle the lighting of all kindling.
Good thing I paid attention in my lessons on kindling and starters.
Spotting some split logs, small sticks, and flint in a small bowl on the floor near the fireplace, I get to work.
I’ll have this thing lit and something cooking up for us in no time.
A fire affinity sure would certainly be nice, though…
So much for primed and ready.
Fucking trolls.
I fiddle with the pull on the generator, wishing I could somehowmagickit to start. I don’t know what I can do though, other than float with these puny-ass bug wings I have.
Do I have magickal powers?
I did somehow make Aeris and I invisible from the Trahans at my apartment. No idea how I did it.
I couldn’t do it again though. Could I?
I shake my head in frustration.
I have fucking bug wings. That’s it.
I wish I could’ve sprouted those sexy, iridescent ones like Aeris has. Instead, I’m a damned cicada who can’t control when his wings pop in and out.
My thoughts turn back to the magick.
I have wings, but what else might I be harboring in this traitorous body of mine? It’s got to be more than that….
