“Why can’t I hear you?” he murmurs suspiciously, and my lips quirk up in the corners.
“What’s wrong Kyan?” I tease.
“Want to play a game?” the voice asks abruptly.
“Mara, your aura is off,” Kyan says as his eyes flash dangerously.
“A game?” I ask curiously.
“I used to play it with my son.” That piques my interest, so this thing isn’t just a power?
“Your son? What’s your name?” I ask, but he doesn’t answer.
“Do you want to play or not?” he asks clearly, avoiding my questions.
“Is it bad?” Unease settles within me, but I still want to hear more about the game.
“No, but you will have to disable his magic, remember that spell I told you, it will disable his connection to your mind too.” Now that, definitely piques my interest! I chuckle. Something that only seems to make Kyan even more on edge. It is actually nice to see the badass arrogant jerk of an Alpha a little confused.
“How exactly do I do that?” I ask.
“Feel for it, magic is like a buzz, it will feel like pins and needles at first, draw on it and force it, push it outward,” the voice whispers.
“I don’t know, last time he broke the wall and ended up pretty much impaled.” I tell the voice, looking over to the wall behind me that is now fixed.
“Because his anger tried to combat it, it will stun him temporarily for about five minutes before Kaif can force his magic forward but until then he won’t see you coming.” the voice says.
“Mara, hello where did you go?” Kyan says, clicking his fingers in front of my face.
As I blink at him, a smirk spreads onto my face, I realize it’s right there, I can feel the buzz, it is actually rather simple to draw on.
“Ella?”
“Kyan,” I smile sweetly.
Instantly, his eyes narrow. “You’re behaving strangely.” His hand moves toward my face, I feel the ripple of his energy as it comes toward me and my hand grips his before he can touch my face.
“Flataska Potenza,” I can’t help but giggle as I feel the heat rush through my fingertips and he gasps, his magic fizzles out instantly.
“You…” Kyan murmurs, shaking his hand before rubbing his fingers together.
The voice starts telling me to say things, and I can see Kyan’s confusion as I listen. Yet I still can’t stop laughing as I take control of his body as I repeat each word.
“Fear reatha.” Kyan starts running on the spot. Kora laughs in my head. “Léim réalta,” he growls as he suddenly starts doing jumping jacks.
“Marabella,” he grits out. Oh, he’s so angry, this is priceless.
“Damhsa sicín.” I nearly wet myself when he starts flapping his arms like a chicken.
Though, his temper is rising and the look on his face is murderous when he starts laughing. I feel a stitch in my arm as I simply laugh harder. God this is hilarious! Who would have thought the almighty Kyan would be doing a chicken dance?
“Point proven, stop it,” Kyan growls. “Where did you learn that from, and do not lie to me, Marabella. Which book?” he asks, as he keeps flapping his arms while I take a seat and cross my legs. The voice in my head laughs too.
Maybe I am just crazy, but if this is what it means to be nuts, I would take it. I can use some fun and entertainment in life. “Tip do é,” Kyan stops abruptly. His aura swirls around him and the voice in my head speaks in alarm.
“Run!” it shouts.
I jump up and take off , Kyan giving chase behind me.
“You are dead now, little wench!” he curses as I dart around the coffee table, only for him to reach over it. I squeal, run across the sofa and jump over the back when Kaif suddenly takes over and Kyan shifts
“He won’t hurt you,” the voice says, trying to calm my racing heart and the fear begins to rise.
Despite his words I’m unable to obey them, although so far it’s always guided me and helped me, I can’t risk it. I race toward Jonah’s room and grip the door handle, shoving it open as I burst into the room.
I am fast, but Kaif is faster and when I go to slam the door shut, he shoves it open before he tackles me. I squeal as his big beefy paws grab me before I am slammed on the bed.
“You’re it,” he purrs.
The sound vibrates through his chest and I laugh as his whiskers tickle my face. The sound of bones snapping and the weight shifting on the bed make me clench my eyes shut when suddenly, Kyan hovers above me. For a moment our eyes meet and I can hear his racing heart, I’m very aware of him straddling me. My stomach knots and my eyes fly open when he laughs.
“Jonah gave you one of my grimoires?” he asks breathlessly as he leans over me. “That reminded me of a game,” Kyan whispers.
The voice suddenly gives me the name and I say it. “Mind the witch, tame the Lycan,” I say slowly, and at the same time as Kyan freezes above me.
He glances down at me. “What did you just say?” His entire demeanor changes abruptly.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him, wanting his playful side back but he shoves off me and sits up.
“Repeat what you just said, Marabella,” he snarls menacingly.
I sit up slowly. “Mind the witch, tame the Lycan,” I reply hesitantly. Kyan growls and reaches for Jonah’s shirt that is on the end of the bed. He covers himself and stands up.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him. He moves to Jonah’s wardrobe and pulls on some clothes muttering to himself and I hear the main door open, making me glance at the door when Jonah calls out asking where we are, yet I am focused on Kyan who is furious with me.
“Kyan?” I ask as Jonah walks in completely oblivious. Kyan shoves past him and I hear the door slam as he leaves. I sigh, he is giving me whiplash.
“What’s wrong with him?” Jonah asks, looking at me and I shrug.
“We were playing a game, and he got upset and left,” I mutter.
“What game?”
“Mind the witch and tame the Lycan,” I reply, dropping back onto the bed.
Jonah rubs a hand down his face. “Shit!” Jonah curses, and I crawl to the end of the bed.
“What is it?” I ask, confused.
“Think of what you just said, Mara. Mind the witch, tame the LYCAN?” Jonah emphasizes the last word. Frowning, it takes me a second before it dawns on me. Jonah runs his hand over his head and exhales. “It’s a game his father used to play with him when he was a kid, a game to help bring Kaif forward to break him out of the hold on his magic,” Jonah explains.
My heart thunders as my breath hitches. Reality dawns on me and I pale as the words that the voice from earlier spoke return to the forefront of my mind. A game I used to play with my son.
My son… Does that voice belong to… I’m unable to think straight as I stare at Jonah, rendered speechless.