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She didn’t want to be in anyone’s head, and she sure as shit didn’t want anyone inside her head. She didn’t even want to be inside her own head most days.
“I choose Tessalyn Ausra to be my bonded Source,” Theon announced, his voice skittering over her bones.
“I am Theon St. Orcas, Heir to the Arius Kingdom. You are Tessalyn Ausra. I have Selected you to be my Source. You obey me above all others. My desires are your desires. You are mine.”
“No, beautiful,” he said, shaking his head. “You look like salvation and temptation all rolled into one.”
No one ever knew what to do with her except shove her aside. Lock her away. Too wild to be something, so forced to be nothing.
“So we’re going to do this then? We’re really going to let our monsters out of their cages? Show her what the rest of the realm sees?” “Sometimes we need to become a monster to kill one, Axel,” Theon said darkly. “I’ve shielded her as long as I could. She was going to see us for what we are eventually.”
WTF does that mean?!?
“Know that sometimes we must break to be forged into who we were meant to be,” she said, streaks of violet flickering in her eyes like lightning cutting through the flecks of gold. Then she bent and pressed her lips to Tessa’s brow. “You will break, Tessalyn. Make sure you get back up and take what is yours.”
“Would it make you feel better to keep your eyes on me while I kneel at your feet later tonight?”
“Luka can shift into a dragon, baby doll.”
STFU!
“You will learn soon enough that being the most cunning and wicked is the only way to survive in a realm of villains, little storm.”
“She had silver hair and silver eyes. More weapons than he could count. She had gifts of shadows but also fire as bright as the stars, and Theon saved her from imminent death when another in all black approached to kill her.”
“Not everything in the Underground is cursed, Tessa. Some would even argue such curses are blessings.”
“And your eyes. I need those too.” It was a whisper she felt ghost across her lips. Her eyes flew open, and she gasped to find Theon right in front of her. “Good girl. Eyes stay on me.”
“In all things there must be balance. Beginnings and Endings. Light and Dark. Fire and Shadows. The sky, the sea, the realms. But when the scales tip, And Chaos rains, Who will fight? And who will fall? For Dark must bow, And Light must rule, But Chaos does not choose. Control the uncontrollable, Or to fury they both lose. Life must give, And Death must take, But Fate requires more. Destiny beckons, And sacrifice demands. Who will be left standing, When Chaos comes to reign?”
“It’s something you can’t learn until you’re forced to walk through it, but you’d know that strength grows in the moments you think you can’t go on, but you do anyway. Strength is fighting back. Strength is doing whatever it takes to claim what is yours, even if others try to convince you it is not yours to take.”
“I will handle it by making him choke on darkness before hauling him to the Underground for tampering with a Source,” Theon said darkly.
Choke on darkness
“Beautiful, you’ll always be mine. Just because you refuse to accept it doesn’t make it false.”
“Because you are mine to fight for.”
“No one can steal your thunder if you are the storm,” he replied, stretching a hand toward her. “Be the fucking storm, Tessa.”
He could feel his magic. It was obsessed with her, nearly vibrating at having her interact with it. The shadows clung to her while she toyed with them, and he could feel her touch as if she were touching him herself.
“When you accept you are nothing, it frees you from caring.” “Tessa—” “And when you’re already nothing, you can really become anything.”
“Because it reminds us that even chaos needs to scream sometimes. That even with all the magic and power among the realms and between the stars, even with technology and all the tools we have at our disposal, some things are, in fact, uncontrollable.”
Screams echoed around her, and her magic seemed to like it. It liked the idea of being feared. She liked the idea of being feared.
She’d be the fucking storm. Because the thing about light? When strong enough, it could obliterate darkness.
