~Bethany~Pain is something my mortal body has been taught to appreciate, embrace, and never shy away from.Growing up in Tophet, I was conditioned to have a high tolerance for it and learned it can be a great distraction. A tool.Although right now, my world is nothing but pain, nothing but blazing agony flowing throughout my limbs and churning every thought in my head until I'm paralyzed.Which is why, at first, I'm certain I'm imagining things when I hear voices shouting from some distant place."Bethany!""No!"A frightening roar like that of a dragon is cut off suddenly by the sound of an explosion. There's more shouting before I realize my rejected mates are at each other's throats."Fucking get away from me! She's in pain. I'm healing her. Move."“I swear to Deskar and all his gods an
~Olyon~Bethany’s chest rises slightly with a shallow, ragged inhale. That inhale sounds pained, but I barely restrain the relieved sob that tries to break free from my chest.Alive.Somehow.It makes no sense, but she’s alive, and that’s all I can think about.Voices and footsteps sound in the hallway. I gently set my beautiful, confusing sweetheart down to shut and lock the door.When I return, she’s still breathing.All I want is to smooth the hair from her face and kiss every inch of her as she warms back up, but I refrain.If she wakes and feels me touching her, it might set her off.But as the color starts to return to her face, sweat beads on her forehead, and her brows furrow softly in pain. A whimper so soft I almost miss it rises from her th
~Olyon~The only thing keeping me partially sane while I search for the missing Love of my life is fantasizing about how I’ll kill Froskarn if she’s as hurt by his words as I suspect she might be.First, I would break into his mind, no matter the number of dreamblockers he will shield himself with. I will break into his mind, even if it tears me into shreds.He deserves to suffer intensely for what he did.He deserves as much as I'm suffering right now, floating through the void of Velthra without any trace of Bethany’s scent or any hint of her existence in sight.What if she’s crying somewhere, alone, thinking we were only interested in her for sex?I’ll murder someone if I find her in tears, and it will likely be the pompous ice elemental.I have no idea where the other two are. Possibly they’re working together to look for her, but I’m far more efficient working alone. However, I’m beginning to get frustrated.There was no trace left of her leaving the mansion. Currently, her phone
~Bethany~ Before it can sink in that someone else just killed my target, my ears pick up on the soft whooshing of something at me, and I dodge on instinct. A sword with sharp, pointy spikes embeds itself into a desk in the room, and I whirl to face an unnerving surprise The surprise hits me square in the gut. “What are you doing?” I whisper. The bear shifter makes no sound as she withdraws another sword from her back. She’s dressed in a cloak half-obscuring her face, but it’s definitely my Zuu’s face. Zuri, godsdamn it! How?! This makes no sense. Her expression is unlike anything I’ve ever seen on her cute pinky face. Her face is dark with undivided focus tracking my every movement as she moves toward me smoothly, but something about it is off. This entire situation feels off. But I don’t waste time with more questions since she’s clearly about to try to kill me. When the sword swings toward me, I roll to the side and withdraw two small knives from their hiding places. “I
~Bethany~Dawn is a few hours away, and I haven’t slept.I don’t have time for sleep. I could be done with my mission and hundreds of miles away before any of the princes return to the school. All I need to do is kill one, and the rest will rush out of hiding.‘Let go, Thaloria. Lose yourself in us.’I shake my head. I need to purge any trace of them from me and do what I came here for.My pocket vibrates as I wait for the switchblade to absorb the deadly spell.I groan. The phone has been exploding for the last couple of hours with threats from Asad about tracking it.Which is impossible, since I already have a concealment spell on me. A probable reason why the Vel Morin hasn’t been able to track me down from Velthra.I’ve also gotten dozens of texts and
~Bethany~Jobalt blinks and then throws his head back in a sharp, resounding cackle. “Wow, sorry. That was insensitive of me. But really, you look like you just went through some shit. What’s got your cute ass drying out? Wanna talk about it, Venenum?”As if I would confide in a demon.Changing the subject, I ask flatly, “How are you?”He blinks several times. “What?”I would be shocked too if I were him. “How do you do, Jobalt?”The demon whistles. “I'm good. Is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?”I hardly care about how he is feeling. I just want any kind of distraction from the pit in my stomach that’s only gotten worse since I made my exit from the mansion earlier.Ever since before arriving at Crestbane, I kn