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April 19 - April 24, 2025
My soul was wounded by seeing my mate do that with another woman, and not just any woman, her. This creature born of darkness who held our fates so tightly in her grip. “I’ll kill you, I’ll fucking kill you!” I swore on every entity who cared to listen, marking this monster’s death as mine.
“I must willingly give her my body in any way she wants it.” A chill swept through me that made me fall still, my blood freezing over in my veins. “Lance, please tell me you haven’t- that she hasn’t-” I couldn’t even finish that sentence, the way she’d kissed him making me think of how much worse this could have already been. Had she raped him? Taken his body under the terms of this fucking deal?
“What did she whisper to you before she left?” I asked through shaking lips, though I wasn’t sure if it was fear or anger that was making me tremble most. “Blue,” he begged. “Tell me,” I demanded, my body thawing as a fiery rage was stoked in me instead. “She said…” His throat bobbed and his eyes moved to the wall beyond me, resignation falling over him. “That perhaps there are deeper ways to make you suffer than making me bleed.”
“Keep your hands off of my mate,” I warned, my palms pressed to the floor either side of her as I fought to move.
My fingers skimmed along the floor, and I swear I heard the palace groaning around me, the walls seeming to quiver in anguish of the fallen Vega within them.
I was vaguely aware of Orion shouting my name from somewhere nearby and I cracked my eyes, finding two Nymphs corralling him into the night iron cage in the throne room.
The clang of the cage door shutting filled my ears the same moment Orion pulled me into his arms, turning me over and seeking out life in me.
“Look at me.” He hesitated a beat longer before doing as I asked, and my muscles relaxed as those familiar dark eyes met mine. “I’m sorry I failed,” I whispered.
“And the other fate?” I asked, but Orion didn’t look at me, pain splintering through his eyes. “Lance?” I whispered, sensing he was about to tell me something awful, something that would shatter my heart into even more pieces, but I needed to know all the same.
“No,” I gasped, sitting bolt upright, refusing that fact with every fibre of my being. Because Darius Acrux was one of the strongest people I knew, he was a warrior, a creature as powerful as a deity. And more than that, he was my friend, and my sister’s star-bound mate, her husband. “No, no, please. It can’t be true.”
Those words undid me, and I came apart in his arms, the two of us clinging to each other as if nothing else existed but our grief.
I couldn’t contain the hurt I felt over losing the man I’d come to love as deeply as a brother, and it was only stoked by the pain I knew my twin was feeling out there somewhere. I should have been with her through this. I couldn’t stand the thought of her facing this alone. I yearned to be with Tory more strongly than I ever had in my life, and the torment that caused me was unimaginable. She might as well have been an entire universe away for how impossible it was to reach her now.
My dad never acted like he noticed though. But that was because my dad was a badass. I followed Darius through a door, and he shot me a mischievous look back over his shoulder that spelled trouble. And that was our favourite thing in the world.
“You sure you’re gonna Emerge as a Dragon?” I teased and Darius frowned, looking like the sky might fall if he didn’t.
That was before she’d gone all weird, sort of cold and distant. I didn’t really like her anymore; she gave me the creeps. I hated the way she looked at me vacantly, yet always wanted to be close to me and my family, like she wanted to say something interesting, but she didn’t have the brain power to manage it.
I knew the weight of what he was offering, and wondered if we really might be Nebular Allies, because his trust in me right now was limitless.
For you, my dearest friend and lifelong companion. Our blood was made to spill on each other’s battlefields. I closed the book a little unwillingly and offered it back to Darius. He folded his arms with a serious look. “It’s yours. Keep it.” I shook my head, trying to make him take it back. “If your dad found out-” “He won’t. That book’s been sitting there untouched for years,” Darius said. “Besides, it’s meant for a friend. And that’s what you are.” I sensed the magnitude of what he was offering me and couldn’t help but give in. It was a token of our friendship to each other, and it felt
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He jogged to them, immediately falling into their game and my heart urged me to join them, but my feet remained in place. “Hey, Lance,” Seth said, waving at me and I waved back, stepping forward as Max smiled at me too and Caleb looked me over with intrigue.
Darius and I were friends regardless of what relationships he had with the Heirs. It was me and him, and nothing and no one would ever come between us.
Now that my mind was sharp again, it came with so much fear for the girl who lay in my lap. No matter how good it felt to have her close again, I needed her as far away from here as possible.
I got to my feet, towering over her and she finally looked at me, seeming so damn small that it was like she was a ghost of her former self.
I knew who she was down to her roots, and I needed to remind her of it so that she’d come back to me.
“You are everything,” I said firmly, and she tried to push past me, but I slammed my palms to the wall either side of her, not letting her go. “And you will not run from me.”
A sharp knife was stabbing itself repeatedly into my chest as I spoke about my friend, the knowledge that I would never see him in this life again too agonising to truly accept.
I hated to think that Geraldine Grus was gone. That girl was one of a kind. I respected her and her unwavering loyalty to the Vegas, even if we hadn’t always seen eye to eye in the past.
My spine straightened and I turned to Darcy with a vow in my eyes that I wouldn’t let that happen, and she gave me the same look right back.
Panic darted through me, and I looked to Darcy in alarm. I had to get her out of here.
Darcy caught my arm, looking up at me through pitch black eyes. “I’ll fight.”
I twisted around, planting myself in front of Darcy, my fangs bared and a promise of death in my eyes as Lionel Acrux prowled towards us with intent. “Stay back,” I warned.
Darcy growled, stepping to my side and facing him head on, darkness swirling around her.
He was a huge man, at least three times my size when you accounted for all that muscle, but the real danger in him didn’t lie in his bulk, it was the power in his veins and the merciless cruelty he ruled with.
“Don’t you dare speak about my mother like that,” I snapped.
“Have Lavinia release me from the beast,” I demanded once again. “Then we will find out who is truly more powerful.”
With every kick, something shifted in me, power crackling in the deepest regions of my bones. It was there for a fleeting second, and I grabbed onto it, trying to pull it from the grip of the Shadow Beast, clenching my teeth with the effort. Give it back to me! With a furious, determined wrench inside me, something gave way and magic tore into my veins. I sent it spiralling out of me before the Shadow Beast could get close to it again, casting every drop of it from my body in an explosion of power.
My fingers fell on cold, engraved metal and I turned it over in my palm, realising it was a small knife, hidden there for who knew how long by some stranger whose choice may just have become my salvation.