Laughter bursted out of him and echoed off the cave walls. “My soulmate is naked, sitting in my arms and demanding I stop being sexy…I should ask you to do the same.” He rasped against my throat and I savored the feel of his beard against my flesh.
I waved my hand up in the air. “I could always have the shadows dress us to help keep you focused.”
“Fuck no.” Emon growled. “We had an agreement. Keep them far away from my dick!”
“Goddess forbid anything should happen to it!” I teased.
Emon pressed his hard member up into me. “It is in your best interest to protect it at all costs, little umbra.”
I grinned up at him before turning my attention back to the map, shaking my head. “We are losing focus.” I traced the words with my fingertip. “Sheol. The shadow fae must be in Sheol.”
Emon hummed behind me. “When I was younger, my father would always tell me to listen to the words Jarquinn did not say. That day in the study, when Jar spoke of your mother being sent to retrieve the god of death. There were words he didn’t say…”
Biting at my lip I nodded. “That, Shea, the God of Death is my long lost father? Yes, I listened to his unsaid words too and it makes more sense now than ever.”
Chapter 75
Bothourheadssnappedup when the shadows returned. Shifting agitatedly in front of us with sudden urgency.
“Remnant?” I growled warily, wrapping my arms around her protectively.
“Emon.” She whispered, a tinge of fear in her voice. “I don’t have control of them again. They are not listening to me.”
Their stormy darkness deepened and swirled faster around us.
Then I heard it.
A soft whisper…then multiple. Each one repeating and interrupting the other. So soft that I strained to hear it appropriately.
“Do you hear that?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she breathed. “The shadows are speaking.”
Subtly, I moved to place myself in front of her and the whispering shadows. “Theyfucking speak?”
She rubbed at her temples and shook her head. “They have only done it once before…in Morta.”
A chill ran down my spine and my claws unleashed. Cocking my head to the side, I listened. “Mistake. They are saying…mistake?”
The darkness swirled faster and their whispers grew louder, then multiple voices all at once, hurried, rushed, urgent.
Recognition and fear bled into my soulmate's emerald green eyes as if she were frozen in time. “Mistake. Take. She will take more.” She breathed.
“Deirdre.” I snarled harshly.
“Riella.” Remnant whispered.
Together we dove off the bed of clouds, landing on the floor that lit up brilliantly in rainbow hues over our naked bodies.
“Dress us!” Remnant commanded and the cave obliged.
Instantly we were both clothed and equipped with weapons. A blade at Remnant’s back with knives on her hips, and sheathed at the side of my fitted pants, twin curved blades rested.
I pointed at her. “I am amending our agreement. No more using power of any kind to dress me.”
Her smile did not reach her eyes, still watching the swirling agitated shadows with weariness. “Noted.”
Tilting her chin to look up at me I stared into her beautiful emerald eyes. So many nights, I had dreamed about the way they would look when I first saw them, but with Remnant every time was a first. Every time I drowned in them.
