Page 19 of Black Onyx
“Hold on, stepping out of the Void can be a bitch the first time,” I warn them as a glowing door appears in front of us.
“Whoa, that’s so fucking cool,” Rival grins.
“Remember, stay back and stay out of it. He will kill you in seconds,” I remind them.
I pull open the door and step through. As soon as I know that they’re completely out of the Void, I drop their hands and summon the head back into my hands, as well as my sword, it clangs against the one swinging for me in the dark, and we parry for a moment before I invoke a witch's light and cast the room into the light.
“Killian!” I growl, and he stops dead, his eyes widening as he takes me in.
Relief colours his handsome features as he swipes his long black and silver hair behind his ear, his liquid silver eyes glowing with happiness. Instantly, he drops his sword and opens his deliciously muscled arms, arms that I’ve had wrapped around me more often than anyone else’s. I point my sword at him, and he raises his hands in defence, confusion in his eyes.
“Killian?” Rival mutters in shock, and Killian tenses as he studies the guys beside me. Recognition lights his eyes, and I frown.
A quick glance at them both shows that they are more on edge now than they have been the entire time.
“What’s going on?” Killian asks, his emotions locked down.
“Apparently a lot, but let's start with the most important,” I lower my sword, putting it away and throwing the head at him. He catches it effortlessly, with no disgust or fear in his eyes as he turns it around and studies the face.
“Huh, it’s Larkin.” He mutters, “Why did you behead Larkin?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the guys share an astonished look. What the fuck is that about?
“Because he tried to kill me and got pretty fucking close, I had to go into the Void,” I growl.
His eyes become deadly as the embers within them start to glow, his tail whipping back and forth behind him agitatedly, the horns on his head sparking with his emotions. Rival and Loki step closer to me.
“I did not know that the hit was on you. You know I never would’ve let it go ahead otherwise,” he reassures me, his hard features softening enough that I can see the plea in his eyes.
“What the fuck?” One of the guys mutters under his breath.
Killian ignores them and opens his arms to me.
“Farren, don’t,” Rival warns, and I roll my eyes, making Killian grin.
I bury my head in Killian’s chest as he wraps his arms around me tightly, his face burying in my hair, even his tail wraps around my thigh.
“Where the fuck have you been, Kill? I couldn’t locate you?”
He pulls back. “You’ve been looking for me?”
“Of fucking course I have. Did you think I just abandoned you? We had a fucking pact Kill. One that you’ve clearly gone back on, judging from the fucking smell coming off of you.”
“Yeah, I did think that,” he mutters, and it breaks my heart.
“Never. Now come on.”
“Whoa, hold on, Darlin’. Where do you think you’re taking me?”
“To have a fucking shower, and to somewhere I can fucking make sure that you fucking take one and have a decent meal. Are you fucking kidding me, Kill?”
“Erm, Farren?” Loki says, and I step out of Kill’s arms and turn around, facing them.
Their faces are pale, and their eyes are not concealing their shock.
“Yes, Loki?”
“It might not be a good idea to bring Killian back.”
