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“So, since you feel so fucking helpful, do you have any ideas on how to open something spelled and sealed shut by your father?” Eziah snaps at him.
“Eziah enough. Come on, Kyan,” Marabella says, gripping Kyan’s arm.
“Excuse me,” Kyan asks, looking at Eziah, and so was I. Trying to figure out what was going on.
“It’s nothing, Kyan. Let’s go home,” Marabella says, trying to pull Kyan from the apartment, but he shakes her hand off that gripped his suit jacket.
“No, I want to know what he means,” Kyan snaps at her.
“He is drunk. Let’s just go,” Marabella says, pulling on his arm. But he shakes her off again, and I could feel her fear through the bond and Kyan”s rage as he stared at Eziah.
“Your father isn’t dead, Kyan,”” Eziah says so matter of factly. Kyan seemed shocked by his words at first before he laughed looking between Marabella and Eziah. Kyan snarled his face twisting in anger and pivoted and punched him. Marabella screamed as Kyan attacked her brother.
Eziah smashed into the coffee table shattering it before Kyan pounces on him, hitting him repeatedly. I grab his shoulders, trying to rip him off Eziah, who laughed maniacally. At the same time, Kyan exploded in rage, the windows shattering, the light bulbs exploding, and the power flickering on and off.
His energy surged along with his anger, and so did Eziah’s. :
Kyan was suddenly thrown backward as Eziah’s glowing hands smashed against Kyan’s chest, sending him hurtling into me and we crashed into the wall. The wall dents the support beam behind it jarring my back. Kyan growls, pushing off the ground. The shadows that tainted him rippled out of him like a pulse, and my eyes widened in horror as black mist engulfed his hands, forming a sphere.
Eziah’s eyes glowed gold brightly as they faced off. Darkness and light emanated out both of them when Kyan threw the sphere of mist directly at Eziah.
Time seemed to slow as I sat up to see Marabella run directly into the path of their explosive magic before tossing her hands out. “Flataska Potenza,” she screamed. Yet it was too late as both of their power hit simultaneously, and she covered her face-recognizing she was too late.
I suck in a breath as Mara closes her eyes, bracing for its impact when it collides with her, only nothing happened at first until she blinked, and like a force field, the power was sent hurtling back at them, smacking them with enough force both of them were thrown backward. Eziah smashed into the kitchen cupboards while Kyan smashed against me, knocking the air from my lungs. Marabella growls, glaring at the wall where the TV sat, black shadows moved up her arms and neck, flecked with blue the same as Kyan’s shadow marks, writhing over her skin.
“Enough!” she snaps before storming out the door without even looking at either of them, she was furious while we all just stared, wondering how she managed to deflect their power. And what the hell we just witnessed with the shadows. Kyan watches her leave and gets to his feet, chasing after her, and I hear Eziah groan as he gets to his. His lip split open, and he had a cut above his eyebrow.
Getting to my feet, I look at the mess and the damn windows that were only fixed today. Eziah wipes his bleeding lip with the back of his hand before walking over and snatching the bottle of vodka that was rolling on the floor. He swigs from it.
“He needs anger management,” Eziah says, flopping down onto the couch. What the fuck just happened?
Kyan POV
My heart nearly stopped when I watched my magic crash into her. She disabled my magic with her words, making my panic even more heightened because I wouldn’t even be able to take it back. All-consuming fear hit me as I saw mine and Eziah’s magic bleed into her with the force of a bomb, yet she took it in and remained standing.
That was a magnitude of magic no one should have survived. Yet she deflected my spell, I lost control, and I could have killed her, but she blocked it and sent it back. Sending it hurdling into me, forcing me to re-absorb it. That shouldn’t be possible. She shouldn’t be breathing, let alone still standing. Power oozed and rippled out of her like a pulse; the darkness that tainted her spilled out and carved the shadows into her skin like it does me before she simply walked out of the room. I stared after her, shocked, and she simply walked out unaffected.
Getting to my feet, I glanced at Eziah, who was still picking himself up off the floor. I wanted to kill him, but I had to check my mate first. The bond was deadly silent and numb, almost cold, as I ran out the door after her. The lights in the hall flickered the further she moved away.
The buzz of electricity in the air was supercharged as she got in the elevator, the lights above it beeping as she stepped inside, and I ran toward her forcing my way in before the doors shut. Marabella still had her back to me as she pressed the button before turning to face me. When she did, I took a step back, my back hitting the closed door. Shadows tainted her, slivering under the skin like leeches, writhing within her. She seemed dazed as she stared at me vacantly, one eye black as coal, the other the color of burning embers. “Ella?” I whispered, and she blinked, tilting her head toward me.
“He is my brother. You don’t have to like him, I know he can be a prick, but you will not touch him,” she says so coldly, and calmly I briefly wondered if it was my Ella at all. Her voice was unwavering as she stared at me, making me realize I hadn’t even answered.
“I’m sorry,” Imurmured, reaching out to her, but she just stared at me until I gripped her arms and ran my hands up to her shoulders. Her skin was ice cold under my palms. She sighed as sparks ran across my palms and up my arms along with something else. Something I knew wasn’t my father’s magic, wasn’t the shadows; it was protective, warm, lukewarm, but not at all like the coldness of the magic that usually ran through her when I felt my father’s magic or the icy feeling of the shadows. This power was different, seeking mine out before retreating when it touched the shadows inside me.
Yet my touch seemed to awaken her as she blinked, the color in her eyes flickering.
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t want you to lose him twice. I wanted to be sure,” she murmured. I wanted to ask what she meant when suddenly the feeling of her magic or whatever had a hold of her extinguished like someone just switched it off, and with it, the power died. The elevator dropped, plummeting quickly to the ground.
The sudden drop had us hit the roof, and my stomach dropped as I grabbed her. Alarms inside blared as the elevator descended, the emergency brakes squealing as it tried to kick in and slow us. My hands slammed into the metal, yet my magic fizzled in my fingertips, still having not returned. “Kyan!” she screamed, yet I couldn’t stop the elevator. We were going to die. Her fear was palpable through the bond when she screamed again. It wasn’t my name she called but my father’s. ” Dominic!” she shrieked, clutching her head, and closing her eyes. At first, I thought my father answered when the elevator jolted, and she crashed on top of me.
Both of us hit the floor, yet when I looked at her, it was the same dark, consuming magic that had a hold of her last time. Both eyes burned brightly, a demonic shade of burning embers when her eyes opened. Her entire body shook, and the elevator binged. The doors opened, and my staff stood outside the doors looking horrified.
“Alpha?” I heard, yet my eyes were stuck on my mate asI sucked ina breath. Looking up to find we had stopped on the ground floor.
“Please tell me that was my father,” I whispered, catching my breath while she sat up, her legs straddling my waist. She looked at her hands but shook her head.
“I… [don’t know,” she whispered, her entire body shaking violently, tremors running through her. Her face was pale as a ghost, and blood gushed out of her nose. Her eyes suddenly rolled into her head, and she fell forward, collapsing on top of me.
The energy radiating off her dying out and exhaustion smashed against me through the bond. She burned herself out. Something I had only seen a few times when my father had done it when I was a kid, witches burned out with too much power, but I knew whatever coursed through her wasn’t my father’s magic. It was something else, and whatever she had done, she had awoken something, something I found terrifying. Something stronger than the Octavian bloodline, something with power more potent than the shadows. I clutch her to me, trying to catch my breath and the doors close when one of the security staff force it open with their foot near my head. Moments later, the fire escape doors were tossed open, the alarms blaring.
I could feel Jonah getting closer and hearing their footsteps running toward us before Eziah barged into the elevator with Jonah. Eziah stared down at her, glancing around the elevator nervously before leaning down and taking his sister. I growl at him, but he growls back, scooping his arms under her.
“Gemini, she fucking needs me. Let her go,” he snaps, and I reluctantly let her go allowing him to take her. Her body was limp in his arms, and her head rolled back as Jonah offered me his hand. He pulls me to my feet. My entire body shook from the adrenaline coursing through me. Kaif stirred wildly within me, wanting to come forward; m y magic was paralyzed, and so was he for now.
“Back up,” I commanded my staff, and they took off, allowing us out of the elevator. Eziah looks at me witha worried look on his face.
“What happened to her?” he asked.
“What do you mean? I don’t know. We were fine. Then she cut the power out to the elevator,”
“I can’t heal her,” he said, lifting her and pressing his ear to her chest. I could hear her heart beating in her chest, so I knew she was alive, yet the same tentacles of darkness writhed beneath her skin, up her neck and arms like wiggling black veins, moving up her face.
“She burned herself out. She took on too much power,” I tell him holding my arms out for her, and he glares at me, holding my gaze before sighing and passing her back to me.
“My magic has no effect on her. She is my twin. Your magic did this,” he growled. I shake my head.
“Mine can’t touch her. We are twin flames, Gemini twins one and the same,”he snarled.
“I know, but it wasn’t mine. The magic she used wasn’t my father’s either,” I tell him cutting him off. He looks down at her before looking at me, disbelieving. Like he thought I would intentionally hurt her. I wanted to punch him, and my anger ignited once again.
“Let’s just get her home,” Jonah says, gripping my shoulders, his chest brushing my back as he squeezes them. His worry makes mine worse, yet his closeness seems to calm the anger coursing through me, and I nod.
“I’m coming with you,” Eziah says. I went to shake my head, but he growled.
“Iam staying with my sister, or she comes with me,” Eziah snaps, his eyes burning brightly in a warning.
Yet his warning doesn’t frighten me.
“We may need him,” Jonah whispers next to me, and I sigh, looking down at her.
“Fine,” I snapped, walking off toward the fire escape to walk down to the parking garage. I would take the stairs. I am never getting in an elevator again.
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Jonah POV
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