Page 69 of A Touch Of Death

Taking a leap of faith, I tell him, "I have a few tricks up my sleeve, but that prophecy doesn’t make sense anymore. The prophecy mentionedthe last fae. There seems to be two left."

"We’ll work it out later. Think you can trust me enough to share your abilities with me? I promise I'm on your side, Novia. I swear. But we don’t have a lot of time here." He says it so earnestly that I almost feel compelled to believe him. It's my ability to tell truth from lies that takes my breath away when all I can feel is the honest truth in his words.

It's all I need to trust him completely.

"My fae abilities are the dusting, and I can decipher lies." He nods, and his eyes shine with understanding. "The rest of my abilities are that of a spirit."

Quinn's eyebrows draw down in confusion for a brief moment before his eyes widen. With a distracted whisper, he mutters, "Born of life and death."

I nod. "That's a long story, but suffice it to say I'm both fae and spirit. More fae than Spirit, obviously. I just have the abilities a spirit possesses."

"Holy shit," he whispers, watching me with renewed interest. There's the faintest tugging in my chest, but I smother it down in lieu of sharing just what I'm capable of in hopes that it'll help get us out of this hell hole.

"Holy shit is right. Phasing is one of my abilities-"

He cuts me off to ask a question before I can share further. "Can you only phase yourself? Can you phase others?"

The urgency in his tone has me answering quickly. "I can phase others. We had a run in with Davis not too long ago, and I managed to phase my guys to the car before they were hurt or caught."

I'm not sure if I'm seeing things or not, but I could have sworn I saw a flash of something akin to jealousy cross his violet gaze, but it's gone just as fast. He nods instead, his head tilting slightly to the right before returning to me. "What other tricks do you have, Dusty?"

"I can't die of natural causes. Diseases or illnesses don't affect me. I can create small globes of lights when I need to. They're-"

"Will-o'-the-wisps."

"Yeah. But they only come mainly when my heartbeat lowers enough for them to appear," I tell him.

His head cocks to the side. "What do you mean?"

I bite my lip before explaining. "Another one of my abilities. I have control of my heartbeats. I can slow my heart until it almost stops. It's dangerous, but that's the only time my wisps have appeared. The last time, I almost died, but my wisps drew the guys to me."

Quinn nods, looking thoughtful as he brushes a hand over his trimmed beard. "Okay, we'll try to avoid that one. What's the last one?"

My eyes meet his, and I realise how important my last ability could be. Hope blooms in my chest, and my eyes widen a fraction. I whisper, "Invisibility. I can turn invisible. I have the ability to turn incorporeal and then entirely invisible."

I've never seen someone look so shocked before. Quinn's mouth pops open, and he looks at me like I've sprouted a second head. He's quick to shake out of his stupor, but there's still a hint of awe plastered over his features. "You... can turn invisible? As in, no one can see you kind of invisible?"

"That's what invisible means, right?" I roll my eyes, but I nod when he keeps staring at me like he actually expects a response. "I can turn incorporeal, and it takes more energy for me to vanish completely, but I can do it."

"Do you have enough energy to show me?" he asks, intrigue lacing his words, hope making his violet eyes shine brighter.

I look away, my gaze darting to the hallway, before looking back at Quinn. Without taking my eyes off him, I show him my ability. I can sense my irises fading from their blue and green and gradually changing until there's no colour left but white. I feel the moment my body goes incorporeal, like something pops in my ear, and every breath I take echoes eerily before settling to normal.

I keep my whitened eyes on his, watching them grow amazed. Gazes locked, I lift my hand, already knowing it's now looking ethereal and somewhat see through. I lift it until it hovers over Quinn's chest. He looks down, watching my movements, and I do the same. My hand has a wispy quality to it, my skin looking as though it is made with tendrils of smoke.

With us both watching my hand, I place it on Quinn's chest, feeling the thundering of his heartbeat underneath my palm. I then push through his chest, easily drifting through his torso. His entire body shivers, and his breath catches, but I keep pushing until I almost feel his heart thundering against my hand. It's my turn to shiver, and something inside of me clicks in place. Like a missing puzzle piece slots into the part of the picture it was meant for.

Quinn's breath grows shallow, and my eyes widen when a feeling I know all too well grows in my chest. Quickly, I remove my hand from Quinn and turn corporeal again, my eyes changing back to their normal blue and green.

"What the hell?" I whisper with a rasp.

Quinn doesn't answer. Instead, he lifts his own hand and promptly presses it against my chest, straight over the rapid pacing of my heart. A shiver passes through me again, and the sharp intake of air I'm forced to take is audible in the otherwise quiet cell.

Why am I feeling a mating bond that doesn't belong to the others?

"Well, that wasn't something I was expecting, but at least that confirms my suspicions," Quinn whispers, his warm palm pressing harder on my chest. A comforting sensation seeps from his hand right through my chest, soothing the rapid beats of my heart. It's as though he knows his touch is all it would take to calm me down from the panic I'm beginning to feel.

"Quinn, what's going on?" I shakily ask, my voice trembling despite the calm that's filling me.

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