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If there was one true thing to fear in this world, it wasn’t memories that lived in the past, not really able to touch me, it was this man when his soul was split open. When his inner demons were awakened.
I called on the Void, begged it, then commanded it to come to me. And this time, it answered.
“I am Everest Arcadia,” I panted, the exertion it took to move exhausting me. “I am vengeance.”
“I hope that day never comes, kitty cat. I think I’d rather regret robbing the world of you.”
Even my sisters had known that I was too savage a creature to ever require softness from them, but this Raincarver, an enemy of mine in every respect, whose land I’d sacked and pillaged, whose people I’d butchered and terrorised, was offering me refuge in the storm of my grief.
“But she is the closest thing I have ever had to family. I love her. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to protect her.”
There were at least ten prisons between Leergaith and this fucking city which would have housed her sufficiently but no, she had to be too important for such treatment, didn’t she? She had to be the fucking Sky Witch, a prize the Blazers wanted to covet and croon over instead of a normal warrior who I could have broken free two weeks ago.
Even with that knowledge I missed her. I had been too long without conversation already and I could admit to myself that I missed the sight of her face too. It wasn’t the beauty she claimed, though clearly I’d taken note of that, but it was more the deception in her. She was a walking contradiction, breathtaking to look upon while writhing with darkness within. She claimed so wholly to be nothing more than the vengeance she sought but I had learned to see the cracks in that visage. Yes, she harboured pain and grief within her heart but there were glimpses of more than that too. She was a
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She’d had a way of creating distance between us and the crowds we moved within. Or maybe she’d just drawn my focus to the point where all others became little more than noise.
“One more move and I shall behead you. Your face will likely be less beguiling to my kin then,” I warned. “I’d still want you, my love! Oh headless wonder of mine!
He surged forward, tugging me towards him, and I gasped as his lips crashed against mine, a flood of want exploding through me and my eyes falling closed before I realised that I couldn’t feel a thing. There wasn’t the slightest pressure of his mouth against mine nor the urgent heat of his tongue pushing between my lips. I blinked my eyes open, finding him grinning broadly, still a good foot away from me and not attempting to kiss me in any way. “I thought you said I couldn’t fool you with that trick anymore?”
The joining of our magic was like a fuse finally meeting with dynamite, the following explosion ripping through the two of us in a wave of potent pleasure before diving into Bastian’s body and tearing free of him again with a blast that had my breaths coming raggedly.
It wasn’t a kiss between enemies. It wasn’t blind lust or selfish want. It was fire in the dead of winter, a shock of lightning to my bruised and silenced heart, it was thunder breaking over a desert and it was the awakening of a creature I’d almost forgotten I could be. Kissing Bastian Carderrin was treason of the highest form. Yet even with the shadow of my homeland looming over us, it was a sin I couldn’t stop myself from committing, no matter the consequences for my infidelity, or the price I’d no doubt pay for it in the end.
“Our people butchered his family in an attempt to assassinate him. They managed to destroy most of his bloodline aside from the most important one. Him. Since then, Earl Tarlord only launches his troops against Pyros
“He butchered the entire legion who were responsible for his family’s demise and decorated his throne room with their bones.
Do you really think a prophecy would have been written about a power so meagre? You are unstoppable, silka la vin. And you will prove it this very hour.”
“What are we to one another, spectre?” Bastian asked me but I had no answer that I could give him to his question.
The girl arched a brow at me and the youngest boy tiptoed up to whisper in her ear. “He says you’re not as mean as you pretend to be. He says you should listen to your heart more often.”
I turned my possession onto the Sky Witch, meeting with the force of her mental shields and trying to break through them. But there was no affecting her, her Order not allowing my power in as mine didn’t allow hers to affect me in kind. She smiled at me like she knew what I’d been attempting and found humour in it.
How easily we had just worked together again. There was something so effortless about her company, despite everything I knew about her and who she was.
I nodded, taking her hand and our fingers locked together. She felt it too, this bond we had. This strange kindred spirit we shared that should never have been.
“I think we would have been something in another life,” I said earnestly, feeling like the stars were glinting a little brighter as they watched on too. “Friends maybe,” Vesper scoffed, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. “Fuck it.” I tugged her close, hugging her, and after several seconds of her going stiff in my arms, she returned my embrace.
Bastian scoffed. “Enemies don’t kiss the way we did, spectre. Enemies don’t go to the lengths we have to keep one another alive.”

