Page 89 of A Song of Air
He stormed over to where she was, but with every step he took towards her, she took larger ones away from him, her magic whirling around her, her senses sharp, stopping her just at the edge of a mushroom circle. He stopped in front of her, grabbing her arms roughly.
“This is because of him, isn’t it?” he demanded, shaking her once and making her head rattle and her teeth clamp closed. “It’s because that bastard is your mate, isn’t it? You’re leaving me for him, aren’t you?”
Her face heated with shame, though her anger flared higher at the way he was manhandling her. She readied her magic between them, but pulled out of his hold, pressing her palms against his chest and shoving him back slightly.
“Ev,” she warned. “Stop it.”
His eyes and cheeks reddened. “No,” he snarled. “Ever since he got here, you’ve changed! I thought you’d be brave enough to fucking be honest with me at least.”
“Careful how you speak to my mate, human,” Weylyn growled as he approached. “I’d take great joy in killing you if she hadn’t already asked me not to. Though I find that is a promise I could easily break.”
Ev rolled his eyes at Weylyn then glared at Bryson once again. “So you two have spoken about me in private? What else have you said? What else have you fucking done?” He stepped closer once again, his arms grabbing her shoulders, nails digging in. “Have you fucked him, Bryson?”
Her face reddened with shame.
“You have!”
“Everette—”
Her hawk screeched.
“You whore!” In his anger, Ev put enough force on her shoulders to shove her backwards. The action surprised Bryson, so much so that she was too late to stop it as she fell backwards and into the mushroom circle.
Distantly, she heard a growl. The screech of her familiar. She heard her name being cried.
And then, there was nothing but darkness as she fell through the void.
Into the Darkness
Weylyn’s entire worldtunneled into a singular moment clarity as he watched Bryson, as he watched his fucking mate, get shoved backwards and fall through the circle. A singular fucking moment. Between one blink and the next, she had disappeared completely.
And in the chaotic aftermath, there was little more than the screeching, distressed cries of his mate’s familiar. That pathetic human scum calling her name desperately.
And Weylyn? His heart bottomed to his stomach, and he knew, heknewexactly what he had to do.
His body moved on instinct, rushing towards the same circle his mate had only just disappeared into. His name was shouted, but he did not give a single fuck about the orders of a prince. None of it mattered. None of them did.
