Page 23 of Black Onyx
“You’re different,” Reaper starts, “still as deadly as ever, or even more so actually, and you're still a surly bastard but not with her. She brings out a side in you I don’t think I’ve ever seen, and I’ve known you since we were two.”
Killian just shrugs; clearly that’s not something he wants to explain right now.
“You were saying?” He prompts Storm.
“Our father,” he starts, and I interrupt.
“Oh shit yeah, if you’re brothers, that makes your father, King Lucien.”
“You really did tell her?”
“Of course I did. I told her everything, which is why, despite the spoiled barbs you have been throwing at her since she got here, she hasn’t done the same to you,” Killian replies, his voice hard.
I smack him on the chest, “How many fucking times have I told you not to dig around in my head like that? Do you want me to block you completely again? How long did you last?”
His eyes widen, “An hour; I only lasted an hour when you blocked me completely. No, I’m sorry I just wanted to see if they’d treated you well and if I need to do any damage.”
“What do you mean block you completely?” Loki asks curiously, he moves to sit on the other side of me, and I expect Killian to have a problem with it, but he doesn’t even bat an eyelid, even sharing a knowing grin with Loki.
I feel like Loki’s figured something out before the rest of us even realised that there was something to figure out.
“We can talk to each other in our minds and feel each other's emotions and wellbeing if that makes sense.” Killian starts to explain.
“And we can block one or both of those, so if I chose, I could block him from feeling my emotions, but he could still hear my thoughts. It’s not pleasant, though. I’m so used to Kill being there that it feels like I’m missing a vital part of myself when I can’t feel him.”
“Wow, that’s pretty intense.” Reaper frowns.
“Yeah, it can be,” Killian admits and an amused look takes over his face. “Although in other situations, it's fucking spectacular.”
“And that’s enough of that, dickhead.” I interrupt with a chuckle. “I really do think that you should enrol here.”
“Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. The waitlist is a mile fucking long.” His face falls serious again, “besides, Farren, you know better than anyone that it would be incredibly dangerous for everyone else if I attended here. They’d not only have your enemies to contend with but mine as well.”
“What does that even mean? How does she have enemies? She’s the spoiled daughter of Magistrate Godfry.” Strom spits.
“Who is a close personal friend of our fathers. What does that tell you about the kind of man he really is?” Killian growls back.
Storm just shakes his head in denial, gets up and storms back out of the room.
“Moving on,” Rival mutters, “you actually could enrol here if you wanted to, Storm made them keep your place open, and since your test scores were so fucking high, they easily agreed.”
I feel a flicker of indecision come through the channels, and instead of pushing, I let him work through it. It doesn’t do anyone any good to push Kill; he just becomes even more stubborn.
“How long have you been here?” He asks me.
“This is my second day,” I reply.
“And someone has already come for you.” He mutters, not needing a reply.
“Killian, you can’t tell me that this doesn’t feel like where you’re supposed to be,” Reaper adds in, and the others nod.
It’s clear that they want him here as much as I do.
Before Killian can reply, his eyes swirl the red and gold flames spinning into an inferno.
“Whoa, what’s happening?” Loki asks.
“He’s having a vision,” I reply, confused as to why they don’t know that.
