Page 27 of Black Onyx
He can act like he hates Farren all he fucking wants, but the truth is he doesn’t, and that terrifies him.
“It’s okay,” I reply, not daring to take my eyes off of my hands.
I can feel them all shuffling nervously around me, but I need to focus on what I’m doing. I don’t have time to reassure them. My eyes widen as a rush of power, more potent than I have ever felt before, flows through me and into Farren, healing her wounds in an instant.
“What the fuck?” Mayhem mutters.
“Whoa, that felt fucking fantastic. I have never been healed, and it not hurt before.” Farren mutters before sitting up and flinging her arms around me in a hug.
My arms instantly wrap around her and hold her tight as my power fizzes through my veins happily.
“I don’t understand,” Kill mutters, and I glance over at him, Farren still in my arms, “have you been practising?”
“No, that’s the first time I’ve used my gift since . . .” I trail off, , they all know when I last used it; they were there.
“Erm, I hate to interrupt, but in my haste to thank you, I sort of forgot that I was topless,” Farren mutters, and I tense slightly as the guys all turn heated gazes towards her.
Oh yeah, we are definitely fucked.
My eyes flicker to her sports bra and top, discarded on the floor by the couch.
“Oh, er,” I start, praying that my attraction to her doesn’t become more noticeable.
Killian chuckles, no doubt guessing my predicament and grabs a throw from off the back of the couch, laying it over her shoulders, smacking his tail away when it tries to sneak under the blanket and makes her giggle.
“There you go, Darlin’. I’m sure the others will be gentlemen and avert their eyes as you get yourself sorted.”
She turns her head, her eyes narrowing at Kill, “I notice that you didn’t include yourself in that.”
“Nothing I haven’t been lucky enough to see before,” he smirks, and I’m surprised to find that instead of jealousy, I have a swirl of curiosity in my gut.
“We’ll look away,” Storm mutters before adding pointedly, “all of us.”
Killian gives a knowing grin that I remember all too well before he looks away, and my eyes move to the ceiling so Farren can cover herself. That grin means that he knows something that we don’t.
I find their relationship shocking and intriguing. Even before he left, Kill was hard, never let anyone close and was utterly ruthless in the way he dealt with everything. It doesn’t surprise me in the slightest that he is now running the most deadly group of assassins the fae realm has ever seen, even though he is only twenty-four and shouldn’t be anywhere near those missions yet.
What is surprising though, is the way that he interacts with Farren. He gravitates towards her, adjusting his body if she moves to a different part of the room, and I’m not even sure he realises he’s doing it. More shockingly is that he lets her boss him around and talk to him in a way that I know people have been wounded for in the past. It’s abundantly clear that he is head over heels in love with her and that she is entirely unaware of it or the power that she truly holds over him. I have this nagging feeling that it won’t be long until we all follow in his footsteps, and I’m not sure whether that will make us stronger as a warrior team or be the death of us.
The only thing that doesn’t worry me is that we all seem to be developing feelings for her, even Storm, although I know he’s going to fight it for as long as he can, the stubborn bastard. Multiple partner relationships are normal in our society as they are in most of the realms apart from the Earth realm. They seem to have classed it as something unusual.
“I’m done,” Farren announces, interrupting my thoughts, and I glance down at her. “Thank you so much for healing me.”
“Of course,” I reply. My mind is still trying to pull the dark thoughts forward, but strangely enough with my magic coursing through my veins again and Farren standing as proof in front of me that I healed her, I’m finding it a lot easier to push them back.
“I’m surprised you haven’t asked him about his healing gift, considering vampires don’t have the gift. You just accepted that he could do it,” Rival points out, curiosity burning in his tone.
She smiles, “I may not have known you guys for very long at all, but I do know that you are all more than the standard supernaturals. The fact that it only took two of you to spar with me for me to gain my control back was proof enough, and I don’t even know what Reaper is.” She starts, and he opens his mouth before she interrupts, holding her hand up, “I’m not asking. I sense you aren’t ready to share that with me yet, and that’s more than okay. Tell me when you are or don’t. Either way is good with me.”
“Thank you,” Reaper replies.
“Alright, enough sucking up to Trouble,” Storm, the grumpy bastard, mutters, “let’s get Kill enrolled and find out what team he’s going to be with.”
Kilian lets out a long sigh, and I furrow my eyebrows. Not sure what it’s about, but Farren apparently knows him better than we do though because she pats him on the chest and smiles up at him.
“They’ll be fine without you. We can go back and check on them regularly.” She tells him as he lays a hand over hers holding it to his chest.
“You’re right. You should come. I know they’d like to see you all again. I do need to go back and see if I can get Rhett to look into how one of my assassins got sent after you.” He finishes with a growl.
