Page 107 of Cosmic Soul

“You expect me to believe thatheis Caleb,” Kal whispered loudly to Seth, gesturing to me from the corner of their apartment.

“He is, and even if he’s not, he’s Fyn’s soulmate.”

Kal scrubbed a hand through his long hair. “I cannot believe you kept this from me. How could you?”

“I had to. You wouldn’t have let me go, Kal. You barely let me out of your sight right now,” Seth snapped. “I had to know if he was Caleb. He’s human, and I have to protect him. Not to mention Fyn needs him.”

They were about to have anepicfight, but I wished they would wait until after I was with Fyn, then they could fight to their heart's content. All I wanted—needed was Zoltilvoxfyn.

Earlier today, Seth had shown up at the hospital with Tinlorray, Wyn, and Monty. The Ranks had proof I sought the Crystal and needed to answer the longing it instilled. Interestingly enough, the record of me touching the Crystal was my first day here, not the day I faded, which explained why I had the weird urge to explore the terrace, toward my mate.

Their technology had shown Zoltilvoxfyn was my mate (originally they’d thought their technology was malfunctioning when Fyn randomly appeared on the screens weeks ago. Now they knew it was me), and with that, I’d been released… well, after Seth took responsibility for me and Yolkeltod’s guardian approved.

We’d returned to the palace immediately. I’d tried to run off and find Fyn, but Seth and Monty wouldn’t let me. They’d kept everything from the family. Now Monty was telling the emperor and empress as well as Fyn’s brothers, and Seth was telling Kal before he took me to Fyn.

Clean, and in new clothes, I was ready to see Fyn. My mate. Tremors wracked my body and my tail strangled my calf, and I had no idea why. I needed my Sunshine, and Iknewhe needed me. Everything would work out. It would be fine. I had to believe that. I had to.

Kal and Seth continued their whisper fight from near the table while I remained on the couch. Lucy sat in the doorway to the bedroom, tail twitching. My wings squeezed my shoulders from the intense golden stare. The chubby black cat would not look away, even as the argument grew louder. I swore she knew I was the same soul who’d teased her.

I wiggled my fingers, and she continued to stare at me.

Seth popped in front of me, and I jerked back, practically falling off the back of the couch as my wings automatically sprawled and I snarled. Kal yanked Seth behind him, his wings sliding out.

“Kal,” Seth snapped, but Kal did not release his mate. Light started to pool under Kal’s scales, and my breath sharpened. A sculpture lifted into the air of its own accord, as something yanked in my stomach, and crashed to the ground.

We gaped at it. Another one rose before falling and shattering. I was shaking so badly that I could barely focus on Kal and Seth. My wings curled around me and my tail squeezed my leg hard enough to hurt.

Kal finally let Seth go and took a deep breath. The light dimmed, and his wings slid back into his shirt. “You’re doing this. You’re breaking the sculptures.”

“What?” I was panting. I couldn’t stop it. It was like something was in my stomach, clawing to get out.

He lifted his hands and slowly laid them on my knees as he crouched in front of me. “You must have telekinesis. It’s one of the more common inner fires.”

I couldn’t be the one doing this. It wasn’t possible. Books flew off the shelf, landing on the other side of the room.

“You need to calm yourself,” Kal said.

Seth sat beside me. I yanked away from him and knocked Kal off. The pressure was too much. “I need Zoltilvoxfyn.”

“I can see that.” Kal glanced at Seth. “I don’t know if Fyn’s ready for this.”

“Caleb needs him, and Fyn needs Caleb.”

Kal and Seth stared at each other like they were having a silent conversation. Eventually, Kal said, “Alright, Husband. Let’s take him to Zoltilvoxfyn.”

I moved an empty pot to the workbench before placing a layer of rocks on the bottom, followed by loamy soil. Near the top, I placed a hybrid seed in the dirt before covering it. I’d continued to produce a rose hybrid for Seth and… Caleb.

My eyes shut of their own accord. The mere thought of my mate was enough to send waves of despair crashing over me. I tightened my grip on the clay plot, claws scraping the glaze, and forced myself to take a shuddering breath.

When the icy grief receded to a dull ache, I continued my work. I had nothing else. Plants were my solace and the sole reason I was alive.

For the first time in weeks, I was alone. Normally, I enjoyed solitude, but today my thoughts were loud and I needed distraction from them. The longing in my gut swelled. I missed Caleb. It felt as if he was right out of reach, and if I followed this longing, I would see him and be able to hold him.

“Zoltilvoxfyn,” Kalvoxrencol said from behind me.

“Did you sort out whatever Seth needed?” I asked. Kalvoxrencol had been spending the afternoon with me because Seth was busy, probably with Wyn or Urgg. But when he’d summoned Kalvoxrencol, my brother had gone after his mate, though he extracted a promise that I would be here when he returned.

“Yes.”

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