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Authors: Angel Payne
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if, by some weird circumstance, they’ve turned the traitor’s pit into an herb garden, we have a few fun tourist spots for you to visit in the States too.” Finally, I push from the wall. “You’d rock an orange jumpsuit, Selyna.”
For at least three minutes, the only sound in the room is the peaceful cascade of the waterfall out in the garden—a clash to the gears I imagine grinding in both their heads.
In the end, it is Fortin who fortifies his stance—but that isn’t the most surprising twist of the moment. That comes in the form of his glare, burning at me with the force of a pale blue flame thrower—
The exact same color as his daughter’s.
“Send your fucking contract, Court.”
I push up from the wall. “It’s already been emailed, sir.”
“Fine. Now get the hell out of my sight.”
*
Mishella
The sun is warm, the breeze is light, and I’m running on the beach, holding hands with Vy and Brook. They trade sarcastic Americanisms, and right now, I am too happy to even care.
The sea washes over our feet, leaving foam that sparkles like crystals in the sun. I look down at it, and see a shell lined in the most incredible, iridescent, shade of green—like Cassian’s eyes.
I need him.
And just like that, he is there.
Rivaling the sun. Defying the power of the air itself.
I hand him the shell and he smiles, tucking it into the pocket of his white shirt, which is unbuttoned all the way, revealing his sculpted pecs and rippled abs. Samsyn and Alak, joining hands with their women, are dressed exactly the same way—
No. they are not.
Alak…is not.
His shirt is red.
Stained that way…from blood.
Blood that will not stop.
It flows and flows, the stain growing then the blood dropping, spurting across the sand then spreading into the sea, before he turns to walk into those crimson waves. Vy sobs, reaching for him. Screaming for him. But he does not stop.
And then is followed by Samsyn…
then Cassian.
“Nooooo!”
My shriek jerks me to consciousness between my lungs’ frenzied pumps. I bolt up in bed, scraping a hand back through my hair, staring around wildly.
Before I can kick the covers free, massive muscles band around my waist. “Ella.” There is not a note of sleep in Cassian’s voice, though he was more exhausted than me when we finally fell into bed, lulled by the crashing waves on the shore just beyond the terrace.
Or was he?
Was all of that just a dream too? Maybe we are still back in New York, and everything from the last forty-eight hours is just a massive, crazy tangle of my imagination…
“Ella.” He lifts a hand to my hair, pushing it off my face. “It’s all right, armeau . Ssshhh. I’m here.”
I swallow hard as the last tendrils of sleep fall away. “Wh-where are we?” My head lifts as a wave slams the sand outside. “Oh.”
“Oh?”
“It was not a dream, was it?” A sob bursts free. “Even the part about Alak.” The images invade my mind, so vivid now. “That—that means—” Even the part about Cassian following Alak into the water. “Oh!”
Cassian grunts as I twist, launching myself against him. He reacts quickly, easily absorbing my weight then wrapping me close. “Hey…whoa. Ella…baby…”
“Do not let me go.”
“As long as you breathe for me, okay?”
I comply with a long breath. Twist desperate fingers into the ends of his hair. Find myself eagerly indulging the next inhalation, since it is filled with the sandalwood and ocean scent of him. I suck in another, letting it inundate every corner of my senses—though it does little to help the weak squeak of my voice. “Do—do not leave me.”
He answers before a beat can go by. “Never.” Tightens his hold until his fingertips clutch opposing sides of my rib cage. “ Never .” After we are like that for a few minutes, and our heartbeats slow in tandem, he murmurs, “Want to talk about it?”
I keep my death grip—dear powers, what an awful expression—on his neck,
For at least three minutes, the only sound in the room is the peaceful cascade of the waterfall out in the garden—a clash to the gears I imagine grinding in both their heads.
In the end, it is Fortin who fortifies his stance—but that isn’t the most surprising twist of the moment. That comes in the form of his glare, burning at me with the force of a pale blue flame thrower—
The exact same color as his daughter’s.
“Send your fucking contract, Court.”
I push up from the wall. “It’s already been emailed, sir.”
“Fine. Now get the hell out of my sight.”
*
Mishella
The sun is warm, the breeze is light, and I’m running on the beach, holding hands with Vy and Brook. They trade sarcastic Americanisms, and right now, I am too happy to even care.
The sea washes over our feet, leaving foam that sparkles like crystals in the sun. I look down at it, and see a shell lined in the most incredible, iridescent, shade of green—like Cassian’s eyes.
I need him.
And just like that, he is there.
Rivaling the sun. Defying the power of the air itself.
I hand him the shell and he smiles, tucking it into the pocket of his white shirt, which is unbuttoned all the way, revealing his sculpted pecs and rippled abs. Samsyn and Alak, joining hands with their women, are dressed exactly the same way—
No. they are not.
Alak…is not.
His shirt is red.
Stained that way…from blood.
Blood that will not stop.
It flows and flows, the stain growing then the blood dropping, spurting across the sand then spreading into the sea, before he turns to walk into those crimson waves. Vy sobs, reaching for him. Screaming for him. But he does not stop.
And then is followed by Samsyn…
then Cassian.
“Nooooo!”
My shriek jerks me to consciousness between my lungs’ frenzied pumps. I bolt up in bed, scraping a hand back through my hair, staring around wildly.
Before I can kick the covers free, massive muscles band around my waist. “Ella.” There is not a note of sleep in Cassian’s voice, though he was more exhausted than me when we finally fell into bed, lulled by the crashing waves on the shore just beyond the terrace.
Or was he?
Was all of that just a dream too? Maybe we are still back in New York, and everything from the last forty-eight hours is just a massive, crazy tangle of my imagination…
“Ella.” He lifts a hand to my hair, pushing it off my face. “It’s all right, armeau . Ssshhh. I’m here.”
I swallow hard as the last tendrils of sleep fall away. “Wh-where are we?” My head lifts as a wave slams the sand outside. “Oh.”
“Oh?”
“It was not a dream, was it?” A sob bursts free. “Even the part about Alak.” The images invade my mind, so vivid now. “That—that means—” Even the part about Cassian following Alak into the water. “Oh!”
Cassian grunts as I twist, launching myself against him. He reacts quickly, easily absorbing my weight then wrapping me close. “Hey…whoa. Ella…baby…”
“Do not let me go.”
“As long as you breathe for me, okay?”
I comply with a long breath. Twist desperate fingers into the ends of his hair. Find myself eagerly indulging the next inhalation, since it is filled with the sandalwood and ocean scent of him. I suck in another, letting it inundate every corner of my senses—though it does little to help the weak squeak of my voice. “Do—do not leave me.”
He answers before a beat can go by. “Never.” Tightens his hold until his fingertips clutch opposing sides of my rib cage. “ Never .” After we are like that for a few minutes, and our heartbeats slow in tandem, he murmurs, “Want to talk about it?”
I keep my death grip—dear powers, what an awful expression—on his neck,
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