Chapter 282
Eziah POV
Something was happening. The moment Kyan''s magictched onto her, she jolted. A cold rush moved
through me, and her eyes bled ck. She smiled. The look on her face was eerie like she was looking
straight through me. Jonah refused to let me go to her, and I was a second away from sting him with
my magic as she spoke to something, agreeing with it while Kyan tried to coax her out of whatever
state she was in.
He looks at her worriedly, whispering to her to ignore the voices. I couldn''t hear anything, but it was
clear she could. ck tendrils writhed all over her exposed skin.
Thunder and lightning streaked the sky and rumbled loudly, cracking like a whip and igniting the sky in
streaks of light.
Kyan spoke calmly when blood started to stream from her eyes, nose, and ears, his voice growing
higher when he suddenly bit her. Sank his teeth into her neck, remarking her, her eyes flickered, and
my heart jolted in my chest.
She blinks rapidly, and Kyan rips his head back. His eyes had turned white, like a storm was brewing
within the depths, darkness emanated out of them yet never breached the barrier held by the ruins,
ck fog creeped along the edges of the coffin before smothering it and obscuring it along with their
hands.
Kyan murmured words I could not understand, but the power I could feel was electrifying, truly showing
how much power the Octavians had, and I gulped. That realization I had been prodding and poking the
beast suddenly seemed foolish as his lips moved too fast. Kyan had the power to destroy me. °
Kyan was right, magic should not be yed with, and the power he was using was unlike anything I
had ever seen before. Otherworldly and ancient, and for the first time, I witnessed darkness glow. It
was the only way I could describe it, and Mara''s eyes flickered between ck and white as he
channeled the shadows from her. Kyan gasped, stumbling back like a force field had hit him.
Mara copsed on the ground beside the coffin, and I rushed forward to help. Only the moment I tried
to run through the ruins, I was blown backward. Tossed through the air, and I crashed into something
hard behind me, only to find it was Jonah as he took the brunt of the impact. Electricity zapped around
the rocks, lightning repeatedly hitting them as Kyan stood. Only when he did I blink rapidly, unable to
believe my eyes when ghostly figures suddenly stood inside with them, hundreds of translucent
shadow people stood within, goosebumps rose on my arms. As his eyes moved to the coffin, like he
was in a trance or maybe just focused.
Yet the look on his face was demonic, his bodypletely obscured as the shadows wrapped around
him, leaving only his neck up visible. Engulfing him as his hands lifted outward, he tilted his head
toward the sky, and my heart nearly stopped in my chest when the air stilled abruptly. Like time froze,
and we had hit the center of a storm.
Seconds felt like hours as I got to my feet and ambled my way closer when light engulfed my vision like
the worst welding sh. The lightning hit the dead center of his chest, blue streaks of light flickered
within the shadows, and his entire body jolted. Jonah whimpered behind me at the same time Kyan''s
hands mmed down on the coffin lid.
"Morte, leto stat hora, tuo more silent, umbrae sub luna tegunt, sub lunaquetent, nec nisi lunae
possunt surrexere umbrae," kyan spoke, his voice echoing around us.
As he uttered thest word, lightning hit the coffin, the power erupted outside the ruins ttening the
trees on the outer parts of the clearing and creating a circle. The lightning then bounced off the ruins,
etching runes into the rock as Jonah and I were knocked off our feet. Sitting up, Kyan''s eyes bled, and
he copsed to the ground.
I hold my breath, and I hear a gasp beside me, J turn to see Jonah staring with wide eyes at his mates.
They both sit up stunned, and the air turns stagnant yet also charred. The power charge drops, and
Kyan shakes his head before he gasps, reaching for Mara, who was staring vacantly to the side of
them. Her lips part, and her gasp of shock was audible. I followed her gaze to see the lid on the coffin
wide open.
Marabe POV
My body felt supercharged yet hollow as Kyan took Dominic''s magic from me, it was like a void opened
inside me and what was once there was no longer part of me. It felt foreign, and I didn''t realize how
much I would miss it, like a piece of me was stolen. That piece was Dominic.
Kyan, however, gasped, like he was struggling to breathe and I sat up. The night was silent, so the
slightest noise sounded loud as the moon beamed down on us. Kyan was jittery, and I know it was from
taking on too much power. Fear coursed through me as I felt it tearing into him, and he reached for me;
his body shook like he was convulsing, his muscles taut, but the tingles from his touch warmed the
hollow, cold feeling inside me. Dazed, I looked around before my lips part as I noticed the lid on the
coffin was wide open, the runes no longer glowed, and I couldn''t tear my gaze away. My heart thumped
in my chest. This was the moment, the moment to see if I was right. But what if I was wrong? Doubt
crept in, and pain panged through me, knowing how much that would destroy Kyan.
Kyan sighs beside me, clutching my face in his hands and pressing his forehead against mine. He lets
out a shaky breath. "You’re alright," he whispers, his hands trembled as he tried to contain the magic
writhing through him, and I ce my hands on his.
"I''m fine, but Kyan," I whisper, turning my head back to the open coffin. He turns his head, looking in
the same direction.
"It worked!" he choked, his shaking bing worse. I choked on myugh. It worked, it worked, we
opened the coffin.
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Kyan stares at it but doesn''t move like he was too scared to go over there and have his hope crushed. I
swallow, feeling his burning curiosity yet also caution. Hope and longing bled into me through the bond,
but also sadness, sadness for everything his father missed but hope that he could have him back.
Standing, I get to my feet, and I see Jonah and Eziah out of the corner of my eye moving toward us. I
tug on Kyan''s hand, but he shakes his head, his eyes turning ssy. I smile sadly and let his hand go. I
wander over to the coffin, and Kyan clears his throat, making me nce back at him to see him rise to
his feet, he forces himself to take a step toward me, and I hold my hand out to him. He takes it, and I
give it asqueeze. We move toward the coffin, and I hold my breath as I look inside. Kyan croaks on a
sob. His knees go weak as he stumbles forward, clutching the suit his father wore. Tears streamed
down my face as he clutched his father''s body.
We found no bones but a man, a man I had tried to envision for months. Photos did him no justice. He
looked peaceful, his eyes closed. He should have been bones and dust, but inside, his father was
perfectly intact. He looked alive, just asleep.
The simrities between Kyan and the man tha tspent years in my head were uncanny. They could
pass as twins, only his father a little older, his features were graceful like Kyan''s, his ck hair held no
greys, and his skin smooth. Jonah and Eziah, I see, move closer, and I hold up my hand, telling them to
stay where they are as Kyan breaks into a million pieces.
His heart and soul cried for the man he thought he would never see again, a little boy crying for his
father. Kyan strokes his father''s face, and I step closer, cing my hand on his back as he shakes.
"Now, let''s bring him home," I whisper, peering up at the moon. It was nearly time, this was our chance,
and despite his emotion, he couldn''t waste it. I wouldn''t let him. ?