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on either side of him. The man stood up, throwing an apologetic look at the two women. They giggled in response. Jason was surprised to see that the man was Everett. Since when had he started taking part in the Rising of the Sun Dance?
“Hey, Jason,” Everett greeted him as he joined them. Then he looked at Lana, a little dance in his step. “And? What did you think?”
“You’re definitely improving, though you almost flattened Aura and Harmony at the end. Again.”
“Oh, that? Yeah, that was intentional, of course,” he said.
“Don’t toy with their poor hearts, pirate.”
He grinned. “Remember, that’s ‘sexy pirate’ according to them.”
Lana snorted. “How about you wipe the sweat off your head, sexy pirate, and join us for tea.”
Jason ignored the rest of the dull exchange and turned his eyes toward the wooden deck below the raised terrace. Most of the mats had already been cleared away, but one person still remained, legs extended straight and steady into the air. Perfectly motionless in the headstand position—except for her gentle breathing—her pink hair spilled out over the grey mat. Jason would have recognized that hair anywhere, even with her back to him. Isis.
He hopped down to the deck and walked slowly toward her. As he stopped before her, her long eyelashes swept open and she stared him in the eye. Though her breathing was steady and her skin mended, her eyes trembled with the horror she’d experienced at the hands of the Selpes. A pit formed in his stomach, igniting his anger. He felt the sudden urge to kill every last one of them.
“You’re here,” he said, pushing down the fire flaring inside of him. He wouldn’t inflict an enraged Phantom on Eclipse. Especially not the Elite Phantom. The resulting damage would be…unthinkable.
Isis swung her legs back in one, fluid motion and landed neatly on her bare feet. Meeting his stare, she took a step back from him. His anger must have made his eyes go obsidian.
“I’m here,” she replied.
“You don’t look as bad as before. Um…what I meant was, you don’t look as bloody as when Cameron brought you in.”
She winced.
What the hell am I rambling on about? Jason chided himself. Most people don’t enjoy being reminded that they’ve been tortured.
“You look good,” he offered.
That elicited a smile, however weak. “Under Silver’s care, my wounds have completely healed.”
The physical ones at least. From the way her eyes were quivering, Jason wasn’t sure her fractured mind would survive this. Silver must have dosed her up on Balancing Serums, but it was clearly not enough.
Guilt mixed with the angry pit in his stomach. The Selpes had tortured her because of him. She had helped him escape, and they’d made her suffer for it. Jason was unused to the feeling of guilt. And he didn’t like it.
Isis managed a smile and reached for his hand, as though to comfort him. She’d been tortured because of him, and she was trying to comfort him. There were so many things wrong with that.
She squeezed his hand, and as her skin met his, her lids dropped and she shuddered. Unlike before, it was not a shudder of pain, but rather of relief, as though a cool ointment had just been spread over a hot burn. Her body rocked and she gasped.
“I’m sorry,” she spluttered, releasing his hand. Her cheeks flushed. “It’s just you’re so…so soothing. Being around you calms my mind. When I touched you, I could nearly forget… I know that sounds ridiculous.” She took a step back. “I apologize.”
“Don’t,” he whispered, closing the distance between them. He lifted her hand, pressing his palm against hers. “You’re in this situation because of me.”
As their hands touched, she drew in a deep breath. Her eyes flicked to his, then dropped in embarrassment. “Sorry.”
“No.” He interlocked his fingers with hers. “If this is what calms your mind, then it’s the least I can do to mitigate your
“Hey, Jason,” Everett greeted him as he joined them. Then he looked at Lana, a little dance in his step. “And? What did you think?”
“You’re definitely improving, though you almost flattened Aura and Harmony at the end. Again.”
“Oh, that? Yeah, that was intentional, of course,” he said.
“Don’t toy with their poor hearts, pirate.”
He grinned. “Remember, that’s ‘sexy pirate’ according to them.”
Lana snorted. “How about you wipe the sweat off your head, sexy pirate, and join us for tea.”
Jason ignored the rest of the dull exchange and turned his eyes toward the wooden deck below the raised terrace. Most of the mats had already been cleared away, but one person still remained, legs extended straight and steady into the air. Perfectly motionless in the headstand position—except for her gentle breathing—her pink hair spilled out over the grey mat. Jason would have recognized that hair anywhere, even with her back to him. Isis.
He hopped down to the deck and walked slowly toward her. As he stopped before her, her long eyelashes swept open and she stared him in the eye. Though her breathing was steady and her skin mended, her eyes trembled with the horror she’d experienced at the hands of the Selpes. A pit formed in his stomach, igniting his anger. He felt the sudden urge to kill every last one of them.
“You’re here,” he said, pushing down the fire flaring inside of him. He wouldn’t inflict an enraged Phantom on Eclipse. Especially not the Elite Phantom. The resulting damage would be…unthinkable.
Isis swung her legs back in one, fluid motion and landed neatly on her bare feet. Meeting his stare, she took a step back from him. His anger must have made his eyes go obsidian.
“I’m here,” she replied.
“You don’t look as bad as before. Um…what I meant was, you don’t look as bloody as when Cameron brought you in.”
She winced.
What the hell am I rambling on about? Jason chided himself. Most people don’t enjoy being reminded that they’ve been tortured.
“You look good,” he offered.
That elicited a smile, however weak. “Under Silver’s care, my wounds have completely healed.”
The physical ones at least. From the way her eyes were quivering, Jason wasn’t sure her fractured mind would survive this. Silver must have dosed her up on Balancing Serums, but it was clearly not enough.
Guilt mixed with the angry pit in his stomach. The Selpes had tortured her because of him. She had helped him escape, and they’d made her suffer for it. Jason was unused to the feeling of guilt. And he didn’t like it.
Isis managed a smile and reached for his hand, as though to comfort him. She’d been tortured because of him, and she was trying to comfort him. There were so many things wrong with that.
She squeezed his hand, and as her skin met his, her lids dropped and she shuddered. Unlike before, it was not a shudder of pain, but rather of relief, as though a cool ointment had just been spread over a hot burn. Her body rocked and she gasped.
“I’m sorry,” she spluttered, releasing his hand. Her cheeks flushed. “It’s just you’re so…so soothing. Being around you calms my mind. When I touched you, I could nearly forget… I know that sounds ridiculous.” She took a step back. “I apologize.”
“Don’t,” he whispered, closing the distance between them. He lifted her hand, pressing his palm against hers. “You’re in this situation because of me.”
As their hands touched, she drew in a deep breath. Her eyes flicked to his, then dropped in embarrassment. “Sorry.”
“No.” He interlocked his fingers with hers. “If this is what calms your mind, then it’s the least I can do to mitigate your
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