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They wait and watch me as I lower myself to the ground near the sprout. It’s not even fully flourished, not quite nourished enough for that yet.

I slowly lie back, my skin tingling as if fire races through me as each blade of grass covers every inch of available skin.

Vex lowers too, intently watching me. “I’m here. Whatever you need,” they offer, their voice tender. They follow my lead, laying flat into the field, allowing every limb to connect. Instead of allowing them to be alone in this journey, I entwine our fingers, and sink in with them.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Vex

Iris – The Goo Goo Dolls

Her delicate palm, thornless for the time being, holds mine. It’s intoxicating and enthralling. The beat of her heart teases my Saephyn senses, and I can’t resist the pull of it. Each thump calms my heart, soothing the hunger that’s been eating at me for days.

She helped, even if only temporarily. Feeding too much from her would be devastating, same with Dulce, but the hunger unnerves me daily.

If not for the poison situation, I probably would’ve lasted longer, without having so many drawbacks, but as it is, the pain will surface within two days.

Yet, that’s not the most important thing on my mind.

In as few as three days, this little creature has unfurled the majority of my anxiety surrounding it. Like even though my mate is still gone and I’m starving, this woman is here to hold the fort. Holding me together.

“Breathe deep, Vex,” she instructs, squeezing my hand. I let out an exhale. It’s ragged like I’ve been struggling to relax since arriving. “Now, let Solera in.”

I want to ask her what she means, but I feel it. There’s a tug at my soul. Not my heart, my body, or mind, but deep within the roots of me.

It’s like a huge web entangled, and at the center is the thing that makes me Vex. I suck in a ragged breath and then almost unlock it.

Each strand lights up inside me, like a little flickering bulb, and suddenly, I feel it.

Everything. It encases my entire being, swallowing me whole like it's a black hole absorbing me into its abyss.

“Bloody hell.” I exhale unsteadily, unsure of what I’m really experiencing. It slides through me, like it’s trying to learn every pattern of my chemical makeup so it knows me.

Vines slither over my skin but fear doesn’t meet me, only comfort. I’ve never been one for claustrophobia, but right now, one would think it’d be triggered.

She’s safe.

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