Page 51 of Outcast
A flash of light caught my eye, and I zeroed in on it.There!A hint of blue flame flickered amidst a black cloud, shadowing it from my sight. It tainted his soul, and it suddenly made sense why he wasn't healing. The Daimona must be able to render their victims helpless when they wound them, sending this dark magic festering through them on contact.
My eternal flame kept building, and I felt as if my skin was blistering from the heat searing through me. Reaching out to cup his soul in my hands, I focused my energy into my palms, picturing my flames scouring the darkness from him.
I'll burn the shadows out of your soul, Jameson. Hang on.
Willing this to work, I pushed all my energy into the flames pulsing around his soul, doing exactly what I promised. Charred black pieces floated through the air as I seared them away until my flames danced in tandem with his own, free of all traces of the black poison.
Present.
My wolf steered me to focus on the present moment, and I closed my eyes, remembering the feel of his fur beneath my hand. The soft pieces tickling my palm, and his light breaths warming my thighs.
A loud whine pierced the air, and my eyes flew open, taking in his bright eyes staring up at me once more. Sagging in relief, I leaned down and kissed his forehead, whispering, "You can't get away from me that easily."
"Thank fuck. Kira, you're incredible," Seth gushed from his kneeling position on Jameson's other side. His eyes were wide with wonder, and I noticed the gleam of wetness trailing down his face.
Fatigue washed over me, but I knew Jameson wasn't out of the woods yet with all of the blood loss he'd suffered. "Let's try to get him cleaned up so his wounds don't fester with a regular infection."
I lifted Jameson's head out of my lap and softly placed it on the ground before ambling to my feet. Seth rose up at the same time and grabbed my hand, halting me from going to find supplies.
"Kira, your crescent mark flared. Is your wolf back?"
Mate.
Smiling softly at him, I basked in the silver lining that came from this attack. "She is, and I'm never letting her go again."
Chapter Twenty-Three
Kira
After cleaningout Jameson's wounds and his fur, we settled him onto a blanket near the fireplace that Seth had lit. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully, so we left him alone to allow his body to heal at its own rate. Though I did continuously check on his wounds and kept an eye on his breathing.
The torn flesh was knitting itself back together slowly but surely, bringing me immense relief. After two hours of restlessness and monitoring him, Seth ordered me to go shower. Begrudgingly, I complied with his order as I took in the dried blood smeared all over me and in my white hair. These definitely weren't the type of highlights a girl wanted.
Grabbing my bag from the floor, I padded back down the hall for the second time and sent out a prayer that no one else would break in this time. Closing the door behind me with a soft click, I leaned my forehead against it and took a second to breathe through the adrenaline still coursing through my body.
I missed you.
It felt like I could almost feel her hugging me in a way, with the love that poured from her and surrounded me like a comforting blanket.
Never again.
My eyes widened in shock at her statement. Even though it was only two words, it felt more human and complex than her previous communications—usually short, one-word answers attached to the projection of a general feeling.
Tentatively, I tested the bond to see if something had changed, while I went to the small walk in shower and turned the handle to give the water time to warm up.
Where did you go?
Always here. Just blocked.
Blocked by what?
You.
My mouth dropped open at her answer as the steam from the shower began to fill the room, calling for me to come into its comforting heat. Stepping in, I adjusted the shower head down a bit and rested my arms on the tiled wall, dropping my head to rest against it. The water soaked through my hair and ran down my back in rivulets.
How did I cause it?
Not aligned.
