I grin down at a shocked Merrikh, all snark and teasing finally gone from his expression.
“Whoa, did not expect that,” he mutters.
“Erm, Neith Love,” Coen starts. I glance over my shoulder at the guys. His eyes heat as he takes me in, “You look absolutely beautiful.”
“Thanks, that’s what you wanted to say?” I ask, with a slight frown.
The guys all chuckle, clearly catching onto something that’s gone over my head.
Van grins, “That’s definitely not what he wanted to tell you. I think he got distracted. To be fair, we all did.”
Coen shakes his head slightly, “Sorry, Love. Do you want to explain what’s going through that beautiful head of yours?”
I grin, “It’s really hard to explain, and if I do try, it’s going to get all muddled and confusing. I’m running on instincts.”
“Er, should I be worried?” Merrikh says, and I turn back around to see him grinning. He doesn’t look worried.
I shrug, “Probably. Crouch down again, and cover your head, just in case.”
Merrikh watches me closely, “Alright. The alternative is death if you fail. I’m willing to try anything to get out of here, and if you think that you can get me out, then go for it.”
He crouches down, but doesn’t cover his head, his eyes watching me closely.
“I would rather watch my death coming for me than hide from it. There’s something more exciting about it that way,” Merrikh tells me, with a bite of honesty in his tone.
My gaze narrows as I raise my eyebrow, “You’re a little bit unhinged, aren’t you?”
His grin is sharp, “All the best people are, wouldn’t you agree? After all, you’re almost as unhinged as I am.”
I burst out laughing, and so do the guys.
“You’re not wrong,” Reed chuckles.
“I know,” Merrikh grins. “Alright, let's do this.”
I nod, and I let my magic build, willing it to burn through the spells and break Merrikh out.
Chapter Four
Neith
Ihave to admit that I’m pretty fucking surprised when arcs of different colored fire stream from my hands. I quickly order it not to touch Merrikh and to make sure that he remains safe. The streams of magical fire wrap around the spells that are completely surrounding Merrikh’s tiny prison, and they burn through them with an ease that I know they definitely shouldn’t be capable of.
There’s a sudden snap as the last spell breaks and the silver grate disappears into nothingness. My colorful flames come back to me, dancing around my body, and I have no desire to put them away yet. It’s happy to be free, and it’s not hurting anyone, it can stay and play for a moment. Something tells me that, like my wings, I’m not going to be able to let it out to play that often.
Merrikh is staring at me in shock, but before he can say anything, my magic lifts the earth under his feet, making him rise, and the hell he’s been in is swallowed by the earth again.
My eyes widen slightly as I look up at him. He’s really fucking tall, he didn’t look that tall in the hole, but then again, I guess that most people wouldn’t.
His expression is full of disbelief, and he clears his throat, “Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me.”
I grin, “I’m just glad that I could free you.”
“Erm, Neith, could you call back your fire?” Griff asks.
I glance back, not understanding the caution and slight unease in Griff’s tone, and burst out laughing as a strand of my fire smacks his ass, leaving a slight singe mark behind on his jeans.
I call my magic back, still laughing as it dissipates.
