A Fallen. A warrior of the Gods, stripped of their flight, and sentenced to eternity in the mortal world.
Fallen are not stripped of their Gods-granted abilities.
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Peeking up at her,she turns the page, and in a table, there are the Twelve Gods listed, along with their gifted powers. I scan, specifically looking for the one that would say‘Speak with the dead’, but she does that for me and points straight at the first one.
“Serynne,” I murmur. “Protector. Said to gift sight from the dead, and restoration.”
“I have no idea what it means and there is no indication in the text anywhere. We can think literal, restoration—maybe healing?” She takes the book and closes it, holding it tight to her chest. “I’ll check the book out and we can keep it, but I’m unsure what else we will find. I’ve read those two sections over and over again.”
“When was that published?”
“A few hundred years ago. I’m not even sure if all of it is factual, but it’s the most I can find. None of that was online.”
Nodding, I place a hand onto her shoulder and give her a light smile. “Amazing job, Sydni. You’re doing incredible for her, and me.”
Her eyes widen as a blush crosses her cheeks and nose. “T-Thank you…”
After a soft sigh, I step closer to her. “I feel like this place is not where we are supposed to be. Ashfer. Maybe we should go back to Sidence…” My tone is low, barely even coming out audible. “We can figure out a way to get to Lars.”
She nibbles on her bottom lip and looks down the aisle.
“We aren’t getting anything here. No one at the bay saw anyone that looked like Xera. I’ve gone into every business lining the port, beach, and most in the surrounding area. Nothing…” I hate how that aches, dragging my heart straight to my stomach that I’ve wasted time. Gods only know what she is going through and I’m here, getting a history lesson and drinking.
“Brice agrees, but Niyla trusts that Alaric?—”
“Pfft, of course she does, and same with Brice…” He’s just trying to get back in her good graces for whatever fucking reason. I’m grateful after thatonenight she stopped staying with him. She said it didn’t work out the way she hoped but didn’t comment further.
I knew what happened but I wouldn’t push, even if it pissed me off.
Stepping back from her, we make our way back toward the group as she continues, “According to Niyla, through Alaric and his butler, Sidence is under a near-lockdown state. I can only imagine it’s because of a certain death of someone’s mother… The butler is saying crime has shot up because authorities have been directing their focus on finding us. They’ve even got the Militia involved.”
As I see Brice, his broad arms cross over his massive chest, straining his short sleeve white shirt. He glares at me, and I can’t fathom why he has a problem withme.
“It’s not a good idea to go back to Sidence right now,” she continues. “You’d only get yourself killed trying to go after Lars. I, and Phiny, cannot have that.”
The moment we reach the Werewolf, I look down at her, and she’s got her gaze up at me. “What do we do? Just keep asking people… What if they’ve moved elsewhere from here over the past month?” I’m not really expecting an answer, and when I look up at Brice, he looks sorrowful.
“Until we get a clue of our next location,” he says gruffly, “we shouldn’t leave.”
I hate this… but at least now I have something more to think about other than what torment my Xeraphine is going through.
Her Mark. I want to know more about it and wonder if there is any significance other than just being hers. When she’s back in my arms, where I swear I’ll never allow her to leave again, we can seek out those answers together.
It’s no longer just about allowing someone to hurt her. No one, and I don’t give a fuck what she says, is allowed to touch her. She’s done fighting this on her own, and she’ll have to kill me to stop me from being by her side every godsdamn second.
Chapter 16
Xeraphine
My eyes flutter open, and I’m so thankful I’m back in his bed. It’s been a fight with my brain every time I know my heart is going to stop to try and bring me back here. I’m unsure why, but it’s like something is trying to block me from coming to be with him.
“Kai?” I whisper, pushing through the pain that ruptures through my chest as I prop myself up onto my elbow. Shifting the blankets, I find him not here with me.
Fear rips through me, and I throw the covers off the bed in a frenzy, even moving the pillow, though I know he won’t be under it. My aching heart slows, and I shake as I push myself into a seated position.
Everything hurts, and I just know it’s all because it’s reminding me I’m not to be comfortable. I’m not to be safe. Not to be content.
