“I’m impressed.”
“High praise coming from you.”
He smiled. “You know you’ve always been one of the few who can pull that off in my eyes.”
“It’s one of the reasons you wanted me to fuck you.”
“Sylas—”
“You know, the funny thing is, my need to be a purely dominant force has been challenged recently—at least, sexually.”
“Because of Lazriel?”
“It’s how it started, yes. There’s a line for him that can’t be crossed.”
“With that being the case, he’s lucky he found you, because many wouldn’t see that. Not like you do.”
“Like when I stopped with you.”
“Right. You noticed the source of my… discomfort even before I did.” He averted his gaze. “And I’m thankful that you did.”
“Of course.”
My words came out a little slurred.
A surge of lightheadedness beset me, which was extra unnerving with me lying down.
“Fuck,” I uttered, squinting, then trying to blink it away.
I couldn’t manage it fully, my vision becoming blurry.
Weakness surged like a bitch as well.
I heard alarms going off, then the Healers rushing over—three of them in their overhanging hooded robes.
“Go,” I told Kai.
“What? I’m not going to just—”
“I’m going to do the spell… have my magic bound. You can’t be there for that. I know how painful it will be for you to witness. So, go.” I scrubbed my hand over my face, trying to force back my emotion. “It’s probably better I do it alone anyway.”
He jolted, then swung his head toward the entrance of Aetheric Wing. “You’re not alone, brother.”
In the next moment, the Healers were being eased back, and then Cassius was pushing his way through to my Restoration Chamber, Velra right there with him.
“You’re most certainly not,” Cassius said, smiling out at me.
That was why Kai had physically reacted—he’d felt Cassius burst in here with his mammoth power.
It was another kick in the junk that I hadn’t registered it.
Great power felt great power… so right now I just…wasn’t.
“I told you, remember?” Velra spoke, her stunning amethyst eyes shining at me. “What we’ve built between the four of us isset in stone. We’re in this together for the long haul. Good and bad. Sickness and health. The whole deal.”
Cornelius Martel.
He was the one who would perform the binding spell on me.
