Page 31 of Black Onyx
“I imagine that was one of the reasons she didn’t have it listed,” Rival starts moving to the edge of his seat, as something like excitement dances in his bright orange eyes. “The other reason, of course, is that Weavers are extremely rare. There hasn’t been one for centuries. They died out a few decades before all of the Soulmate Bonds started disappearing.”
“Wow,” Loki mutters, looking at me with something akin to shocked awe, before he wrinkles his nose in confusion, “wait, what’s a Weaver?”
“I actually don’t know much about them,” I admit, “I could only find a few brief mentions of the power in the books that my father had, and he has quite an extensive collection.”
“Did he tell you what your gift was called then?” Loki asks.
“It’s always surprised me that your father knows of your Weaver gift and hasn’t tried to exploit it.” Kill mentions casually, and I frown, “what?”
“He didn’t tell me. He doesn’t know about my Void or Weaver gifts.”
“Well, how did you know what your gift was then?” Mayhem asks.
“The same way I always know, the voice tells me when it emerges.”
“The what?” Rival frowns.
“I told you she was fucking batshit crazy.” Storm grins.
I frown heavily. I don’t get what the problem is here. “I don’t understand?”
They all share a look, and Rival sighs taking the lead, “Just to clarify, every time one of your gifts has emerged, you’ve heard a voice that tells you what your gift is called?” I nod, and he continues, “what does it sound like?”
“A female voice. I have never got a bad feeling from it. Why, what do your voices sound like?”
“We haven’t heard voices, Darlin’. When we got a gift, we had to ask our parents or tutors what they were. As does everyone else,” Kill says carefully, watching me closely.
I pause as I take that in and study their expression to ensure they aren’t just trying to mess with me. They all look deadly serious, and I begin to wish I kept my mouth shut. The problem is that I am very isolated despite my father being a man in power. I didn’t know it wasn’t normal.
Storm’s snigger only makes my sinking feeling grow worse, and I start to contemplate keeping everything to myself in the future, just in case I prove to be even more weird than I know myself to be already. Loki reaches behind Mayhem and smacks Storm on the back of the head, responding to his glare with one of his own.
“Don’t shut down.” Killian orders, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“He’s right. Please don’t pull away from us now. I’m sure there’s a reason for it. I’ve only known you for two days, and I can already see that there’s something special about you.” Rival replies sweetly, and Loki preemptively smacks Storm before he can say anything to spoil the moment.
I snort out a very unflattering laugh, “There’s nothing special about me, but I appreciate the sentiment. The truth is it’s probably some sort of trauma response.”
A resounding and combined growl echoes throughout the room, the ferocity and inhuman nature of it sending a shot of adrenaline through my veins and making me grin. God, I love that sound. I probably shouldn’t, it should probably scare me, but my flight or fight responses have always been a bit iffy.
Killian smirks, as he recognises my response to their combined growl and shakes his head, amusement dancing in the depths of his burgundy eyes. He knows me too well; I wink at him as the guys get themselves under control and Rival turns the conversation back to me and my weird voice.
Chapter Nine
“Have you heard the voice at any other time?” Rival asks.
“Nope,” I reply quickly, not wanting to sound crazier than I already do.
Killian raises one eyebrow at me in question, “Farren,” he warns lazily.
I grimace; it kind of sucks having someone around who knows me well enough that he can call me out on my bullshit.
“You guys really do know each other well, don’t you?” Storm asks, his ever-present frown deepening even further.
“Yes,” Kill replies simply, smirking when the lack of any other information clearly annoys Storm, which is no doubt what Kill intended to do.
I feel like they are brewing for one hell of a fucking fight, and I decide to intervene before that happens in the dorm room, and we end up with the place destroyed. You don’t have to know them particularly well to know that if they came to blows, no one would be able to stop them. I plan to avoid that or at least make sure they’re in a place that they can’t damage and just hope that they don’t kill each other in the process of working out their hurt.
“Yes, I have heard it since developing my gifts. Only one other time though, a couple of years ago, and it saved my life.” I admit reluctantly.
