ICE PRINCES OF HELL: Veins Of The Omega のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

EZRA'S POVCole was already beside me before I'd fully stopped moving. "Hey," he tugged at my shirt, his voice low and cut under the noise. "Talk to me. Are you alright? You completely froze out, brother." I blinked and softly exhaled before turning my head to his side. "I am fine."He eyed me, holding my arm as worry etched on his face. "I don't think you are. I actually suspected that something was wrong. You've been saying that for two days now and it's getting less convincing each time." He positioned himself slightly in front of me, blocking the sight lines from the opposite of the ice without making it obvious he was doing it. "This is the first time you've lost yourself in the middle of a game. What's going on with you?" When I didn't seem to give him a quick response, he threw the opposite team a brief suspicious glance and then moved his face closer to mine. "Or is the team too strong for you to handle? Do you know any of them before now? Or are you just fee

DORIAN'S POV.The car ride back was twenty-three minutes. I knew because I watched the clock on the dash the entire way, giving my eyes somewhere to be that wasn't the interior of the car, wasn't my brothers, wasn't even the window where the city ran past in its ordinary late-evening indifference. I honestly wished I could disappear from their midst because nobody spoke. Not even a word across that twenty-three minutes, which for a car containing Lucien was either a record or a warning sign and I didn't have the capacity to determine which. The silence wasn't super uncomfortable and I knew that it was not because they lacked what to say. We all had too much to say but had somehow collectively wordlessly agreed that none of it was going to be said yet. One of the few things we still did in unison without trying. How were we going to even start? I kept my eyes on the clock as the locker room kept replaying anyway. Every single thing finally had the chance to display back in my brain

EZRA'S POVI made it through the door before my legs gave out. It wasn't some sort of dramatic one or that I even collapsed. If I did, I'd have no one to lift me up. I just slowly slid down the back of my door until I was sitting on the floor with my knees pulled up and my bag still on my shoulder. The cold door was against my spine and my apartment was quietly dark too. I sat there for a while. In here, it was just me and the smell of my own pheromones against the world. I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes. "What did you do?" I whispered. I had walked into that locker room to catch my breath. I wanted to leave. I was going to. I had my bag in my hand and the door was just not too far away from me. The plan was to leave and come back home faster, even if I had to do that on willpower. If only I had fought harder before that door opened. I mean I tried my best. I said, "Don't." But they didn't listen! They were to be blamed! They were always bad news. My face was h

RIVEN'S POVThe food stall was just three blocks from the building and the woman running it worked fast, which I appreciated. There was no unnecessary conversation. She took the order, made the food and handed it over. That was a clean transaction. I liked people who understood that an exchange didn't require embellishment.My phone rang while she was bagging it and I glanced at the caller. It was Caius. I picked up on the second ring. "What?" "Where are you?" "Went for a run. I won't be back soon. Why?" There was a pause before his voice came through. "We're heading out again in a few hours. It's another search radius for Ezra. Are you coming?"I watched the woman fold the top of the bag with the efficiency of someone who had done it ten thousand times. "No." "Riven..." "Keep me updated." I hung up. The woman held out the bag and I took it and paid and turned back toward the building. Behind me, two girls at the adjacent stall had dropped their conversatio

DORIAN'S POVThe city at night had a specific quality that I had stopped finding interesting approximately four hours ago. We had covered two locations since dinner. Both dead ends. It was starting to feel more like bad luck. I sat in the front seat and watched Voss City move past the windows and said nothing. "Riven still hasn't called back," Lucien said from the back seat. "He said he went for a run." Caius responded, not looking up from his phone. "A run." Lucian's voice had that particular flatness it got when he'd decided something was absurd but hadn't fully committed to saying so yet. "He's been on a run for over twenty hours already. Is the lack of blood already affecting him this much?" "Riven runs long when he needs to clear his head. You know that." "I know that when there's nothing happening. We're in the middle of looking for Ezra and then he goes for a six hour run." I kept my eyes on the road instead, not fully participating in their discussi