Instead of letting her leave Eziah has to open his damn mouth and keep going. “That won’t be happening, Kyan. Marabella needs me here, so you need to get over yourself,” Eziah says, and Kyan freezes, his entire back tenses before he turns to face Eziah. Kyan’s hands glow as he fists them at his sides.
“Get over myself? You killed my fucking Uncle,” Kyan growls.
“Yes, because your actions killed my fucking sister. She needs my help. I am staying until she can open that damn box,” Eziah tells him.
Kyan looks at the jewelry box. Shoving past Eziah, he snatches it off the coffee table, and I feel his shock hit me. “Kaif sealed this,” Kyan murmurs, looking past me at Marabella, feeling his own magic inside the box. I look at Marabella questionably. Yet, she remains quiet, dread fills the bond coming from her, and Kyan growls.
“Necessitudines quod separaverit,” Kyan murmurs before stalking toward Marabella. He shoves the box in her hands. “It’s open,” he snaps, looking over his shoulder at Eziah. “Now get out of my city,” Kyan snarls, but Eziah sighs, looking at Marabella, who shakes her head, and I suck in a breath at Eziah’s following words.
“You opened that box. That is not what we are trying to open,” Eziah tells him. “So, since you feel so fucking helpful, do you have any ideas on how to open something spelled and sealed shut by your father?” Eziah snaps at him.
“Eziah enough. Come on, Kyan,” Marabella says, gripping Kyan’s arm.
“Excuse me?” Kyan asks, looking at Eziah, and so am I as I try to figure out what is going on.
“It’s nothing, Kyan. Let’s go home,” Marabella says, trying to pull Kyan from the apartment, but he shakes off her hand that grips his suit jacket.
“No, I want to know what he means,” Kyan snaps at her.
“He is drunk. Let’s just go,” Marabella says, pulling on his arm. But he shakes her off again, and I can feel her fear through the bond and Kyan’s rage as he stares at Eziah.
“Your father isn’t dead, Kyan,” Eziah says matter of factly. Kyan seems shocked by his words at first before he laughs looking between Marabella and Eziah. In response, he snarls, his face twists in anger and pivots and punches him. Marabella screams as Kyan attacks her brother.
Eziah smashes into the coffee table shattering it before Kyan pounces on him, hitting him repeatedly. I grab his shoulders, trying to rip him off Eziah, who laughs maniacally. At the same time, Kyan explodes in rage, the windows shatter, the light bulbs explode, and the power flickers on and off. His energy surges along with his anger, and so does Eziah’s.
Kyan is suddenly thrown backward as Eziah’s glowing hands smash against Kyan’s chest, sending him hurtling into me and we crash into the wall. The wall dents the support beam behind it jarring my back. Kyan growls, pushing off the ground. The shadows that taint him ripple out of him like a pulse, and my eyes widen in horror as black mist engulfed his hands, forming a sphere. Eziah’s eyes glow gold brightly as they face off. Darkness and light emanate out both of them when Kyan throws the sphere of mist directly at Eziah.
Time seems to slow as I sit up to see Marabella run directly into the path of their explosive magic before tossing her hands out. “Flataska Potenza,” she screams. Yet, it is too late as both of their powers hit simultaneously, and she covers her face-recognizing she is too late.
I suck in a breath as Mara closes her eyes, bracing for its impact when it collides with her, only nothing happens at first until she blinks, and like a force field, the power is sent hurtling back at them, smacking them with enough force both of them are thrown backward. Eziah smashes into the kitchen cupboards while Kyan smashes against me, knocking the air from my lungs. Marabella growls, glaring at the wall where the TV sits, black shadows moving up her arms and neck, flecked with blue the same as Kyan’s shadow marks, writhing over her skin.
“Enough!” she snaps before storming out the door without even looking at either of them, she is furious while we all just stare, wondering how she managed to deflect their power. And what the hell we just witnessed with the shadows. Kyan watches her leave and gets to his feet, chasing after her, and I hear Eziah groan as he gets to his feet. His lip is split open, and he has a cut above his eyebrow.
Getting to my feet, I look at the mess and the damn windows that were only fixed today. Eziah wipes his bleeding lip with the back of his hand before walking over and snatching the bottle of vodka that is rolling on the floor. He swigs from it.
“He needs anger management,” Eziah says, flopping down onto the couch. What the fuck just happened?
Kyan
My heart nearly stops when I watch my magic crash into her. She disabled my magic with her words, making my panic even more heightened because I wouldn’t even be able to take it back.
All-consuming fear hits me as I see mine and Eziah’s magic bleed into her with the force of a bomb, yet she takes it in and remains standing, much to my astonishment.
That is a magnitude of magic. No one should have survived that kind of power. Yet, she deflects my spell. I lost control, and I could have killed her, but she blocked it and sent it back. Sending it hurdling into me, forcing me to re-absorb it. That shouldn’t be possible. She shouldn’t be breathing, let alone still standing.
Power oozes and ripples out of her like a pulse; the darkness that taints her spills out and carves the shadows into her skin like it does me. Before she simply walks out of the room. I stare after her, shocked that she simply walked out unaffected.
Getting to my feet, I glance at Eziah, who is still picking himself up off the floor. I want to kill him, but that shall wait because I have to check on my mate first. The bond is deadly quiet and numb, almost cold, as I chase her out the door.
“Ella. Wait!” I call after her. She ignores me, making me growl. The lights in the hall flicker the further she moves away.
The buzz of electricity in the air is supercharged as she gets in the elevator, the lights above it beep as she steps inside, and I run toward her, forcing my way in before the doors shut. Marabella growls and goes to walk back out when she notices me, but I block her path, pushing her back. The doors close behind me. Well, she won’t be running from me now!