Page 90 of A Song of Air
Only Bryson. Only his mate.
And when Weylyn jumped into the circle to follow her into the darkness, he knew just where the magic would take him.
And he prayed to Mana he wouldn’t be too late.
A Portal
Ev stared helplessly, hopelessly, at the spot where Bryson had disappeared. It had been a second. A single fucking second where she’d been there one moment and then she was falling, falling... And then nothing.
The seconds that followed were chaos. His head spun as his mind tried to grasp what had happened. Where she could possibly be. And when Bryson’s familiar shrieked through the air, swooping low to dig her claws into him in retaliation, when that Fae bastard, Weylyn, rushed into the circle and disappeared himself, Ev knew what it was.
“What the actual fuck just happened?”
Ev dropped to his knees, the impact ricocheting up to his fucking skull. He could only stare numbly at the place they’d disappeared through. He blinked several times, almost as if hoping that when he next opened his eyes, Bryson would be standing back where she was instead of gone from his sight.
“I didn’t mean to,” he whispered weakly, though he wasn’t sure anyone could hear the regret in his tone. The sorrow that funneled through his very soul.
“Where did they go?!” This voice was the Seelie prince’s.
Ev felt his body being jostled. He felt himself being pulled to a stand, his body shaken while his brain rattled within his skull.
His vision cleared enough to find the Seelie Prince standing before him, his vicious glare a feral, frenzied thing as he shook Ev with his Fae strength, just enough to make Ev grit his teeth in pain.
“What the fuck did you do?” he challenged.
“I didn’t mean to,” Ev choked out. “I didn’t... I wouldn’t... oh, gods.” He felt his legs give out from beneath him, but only the prince’s hands kept him upright. All he really wanted to do was fall onto the ground and weep.
He hadn’t meant to shove her. His anger had gotten the best of him. His rage had made him blind to what he was doing, to their surroundings. He hadn’t—
“Release him,” Arlo’s cool voice interjected.
Ev suddenly found himself falling, dropping to the ground into a heap. And he couldn’t bring himself to get back up again. His nails crawled into the ground, creating dentures in the earth, as if he could somehow create a crater big enough and find Bryson hiding beneath it.
But no.
Bryson was gone.
