Page 14 of The Magic of Destiny
“He's not alone. We don't know where they are—just that time is of the essence, child,” Roberta added.
Tears were already close to spilling down my cheeks. “Is he okay? Will he be okay? Please, please tell me,” I choked out, needing some reassurance that everything would be fine. It would be. Had to be.
“He is... troubled. That is all we know. The stars only show what they wish us to see. There are many outcomes of any situation; it all depends on the choices that are made. A war is coming. A dark, bloody battle. There will be many casualties. We all will make sacrifices,” Matilda intoned, her face pinching in a grimace. Whatever she was recalling in her mind wasn't pleasant.
“We can't be sure, but it would seem the answers lie in Besmet. That is where your journey will take you. You must prepare,” Roberta added, while her friend nodded in agreement.
“Yes, preparations must be made. You all need to learn the extent of your powers.”
“Is there anything else? We should get started straight away,” Faris announced, and I had to hand it to him, he was taking everything really well. Better than I was. I could feel the trembling in my hands, despite his comforting presence.
“That's all. For now. If we are blessed with anything further, we will be in contact,” Roberta promised, and Faris stood. He offered each of the women a hand up off the ground, thanking them for their help. I, on the other hand, sat there frozen like an asshole. Sloane was hurt. He was somewhere and fucking hurt.
I watched the old gals retreat, but then Matilda turned back and called out. “Oh, Saige? They've been persistent about a demon and a dragon. That these two will change everything. Be safe.” And then they disappeared from view.
Ugh, the fucking stars and their plans.
A demon and a dragon? Bram and Sloane? What did that mean? My head was spinning. We had to go to Besmet. The last time I'd been there, the King—Bram's father—had wanted to take me as his wife. I’d narrowly escaped getting publicly molested. If I went back there, what then? What would happen? A war? With sacrifices and death? Who would die? Us?
“Firefly.”
Oh gods, no... Not my men. I'd only just gotten them, and despite all of the insanity we'd gone through, I'd never been happier than I was with them.
“Breathe, Firefly.” Faris' voice drifted into my ears, surpassing the deafening drumming of my heartbeat.
When his hands connected with my skin, I jolted and sucked in a wild breath. I hadn't realized I wasn't breathing.
“It's okay, you're okay,” he soothed, holding me against him.
“I can't lose them, Faris, I won't!”
“You won't, Firefly. You won't,” he assured me, running his hands up and down my back. He was trying to get me to settle down, but I was getting pissed. What cosmic karma was this? I considered myself a nice person. I tried to get along with everyone and went out of my way to help others. So why? Why was I the one chosen for this prophecy?
“Firefly…” Faris whispered, looking at me with concern. “Your eyes.”
My eyes?
“They're glowing. Like, a green-gold color, and your pupils are huge. Are you okay?”
“No. I'm not okay. I'm sick and tired of this shit, Faris. I'm going to find Sloane—he needs me. I can't believe I didn't feel it before. He's calling for me, I can feel it in my soul!” My wings exploded from my back, along with my tail. My horns joined the party as I got to my feet.
“What do you mean you're ‘going to find Sloane?’” he asked incredulously.
“I said what I said. I'm not going to sit here and twiddle my thumbs together while someone is hurting him. It's not gods damned right!”
Ohhh, I was heated. My skin itched as I started storming back toward the cottage. My wings flapped once, twice, and then I pushed up with my feet. Maybe I could follow the pull? If I could fly—
“Oomph.” All the air left my lungs as I was quite literally tackled from the damn sky.
“You must have lost your mind during those orgasms, because you aren't goingshitright now,” Faris growled in my face as we hit the ground in a tumble of limbs. “Do you hear yourself? What are you trying to be? The Queen of the Worst Idea ever?”
“Get off me, Faris,” I warned.
“Not happening. Now, get up. We're going inside. I'll call the others and tell them to get back here immediately,” he said sternly, and I gave him a dirty look.How did he jump that high anyway?
He pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Bram. “Hey. You guys need to get back here. Those seer ladies paid us a visit and now Firefly is acting like a loose cannon. I've got her pinned in the grass. No—No, I won't. Yeah. Okay. See you in a few,” Faris said, ending the call and narrowing his eyes at me. “They'll be here any minute. So don't even think about doing anything stupid. I may have a new body, but I wasn't born yesterday.”
He stared me down until I sighed and relaxed. The art of illusion. His body also relaxed, and then I struck like a wild animal. Rearing up, I took him by surprise and he lost his balance, falling to the side of me. I scrambled to my feet and was about to take to the air again when a pair of tattooed arms snaked around my waist.Oh fuck.
