Page 22 of Black Onyx
My intuition starts to gnaw at me, “Wait, when was this?”
Kill stops eating, and his eyes meet mine, “Four years ago, thirteenth month, twenty-sixth day.”
That was only a few months after we first met. The more I look into his eyes, the more certain I am that I was the reason or at least a part of it, but why? Why did he give up coming here with his brother and, from what I can tell, friends?
His mind brushes against mine, and I open a channel so we can speak without the others hearing.
“I will tell you, Darlin’, but I can’t yet. It’s not the right time.”
I study him closely; he has never lied to me, never betrayed me, and I trust him more than I trust anyone else; I nod.
“I trust you. I do have a request, though. I think you should enroll here now, I don’t want you out of my sight,” I practically plead, aware that it makes me sound needy as fuck but really not caring.
I don’t know why but I know that he needs to be here. It’s such an intense feeling that it's almost making me panic.
“Are you two done making love eyes at each other?” Storms snaps.
Uh oh, Kill’s eyes move to the side to watch his brother before he leans closer to me and seals his lips to mine in a familiar and searingly hot kiss.
“Now I’m done,” he says with a wide smile, as he pulls back and eyes Storm, who’s so mad his horns are sparking, and his shadows are starting to gather.
I roll my eyes.
“Storm, calm down,” Rival warns.
“Are you staying?” Reaper asks, a thread of hope in his voice that lets me know that although they’re pissed at him and there are still things going on that I don’t know about, they all really missed him.
“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea. I’m not the same person I used to be.” He replies.
“Because of her,” Storm sneers, his eyes on me, and no, I have no idea where he got that idea.
“No,” Killian snaps, the blue spark between his horns hissing slightly with anger, and Storm recoils, “for her.”
“What?” I ask.
“Darlin’,” he mutters, and I sigh.
“Fine, never mind.”
“I don’t understand?” Storm growls.
“And I can’t explain it to you yet.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Storm retorts, clearly getting frustrated with the short answers he’s actually getting.
“Oh, come on Storm, you know it means that he’s had a vision, and he can’t share it yet,” Reaper admonishes.
Storm sighs heavily, moving forward in his chair and placing his head in his hands.
“I know that. I’m sorry, man,” he says, his voice softer as he looks up at Kill, “I really fucking missed you,” he looks at me as if deciding whether he wants to say the next thing in front of me.
I decide I’ll make it easier on him and start to get up to give them all some privacy to catch up. Maybe that’s the reason that I’m here, it’s not to be on a team or even to escape my father, which is a nice perk, but it’s to bring them back together.
My stomach churns. There has to be a reason why Killian couldn’t be with them and me, so if it is my destiny to bring them together, does that mean I forfeit Killian?
Now I want to escape the room to run from my own wandering thoughts. Before I can get far though, Killian’s big palm lands on my thigh, and I look at him.
“You know almost everything about me. There’s nothing he could say that I wouldn’t tell you anyway.” Killian says softly, and again I receive perplexed looks from all of the guys.
