Page 55 of Chaos Unleashed

“What the fuck!” I hear Kill exclaim suddenly, and I push through the stalled guys to see Poca and a Poca-sized Meri staring back at us and seemingly standing guard in front of something.

Before any of us can question what the fuck is going on, a figure launches itself from behind them and attacks the person that they’re closest to, who just so happens to be Kill. All of us step forward to get involved and stop the fight, but Poca stops us all with a growl.

“Cerb?” Hades questions confused.

“It’s fucking Farren!” Loki gasps, gripping his chest like he’s been punched in the heart; a quick glance at Storm shows that he’s doing the same, and from the grimace on Kill’s face, he’s feeling the same thing.

Kill has already realised that he’s fighting Farren, but she still has her eyes closed, I’m guessing isn’t fully aware that we’re here.

“Fuck, she’s a damn good fighter,” Khaos mutters from behind me and I glance back to see an impressed glint in his eyes.

“Just you wait,” Zev chuckles, clearly knowing something that we don’t. He turns to Storm, “You’re going to have to use your voice on her. You know it pisses her off enough to make her stop.”

I just stare; I can’t actually believe that she’s here, although it doesn’t surprise me at all that she saved herself.

“Farren, that’s enough; you’re going to Kill, Killian.” Storm’s voice is gruff and filled with emotion, but it does the job.

She stops, her hand centimetres from Kill’s face, and I watch as she very slowly opens her eyes.

“Kill?” she questions, her voice rough.

“Hey,” he replies.

He doesn’t get anything else out as she jumps at him, pulling him close and kissing him thoroughly. She gets quickly pulled out of Kill’s arms and into Loki’s as he kisses her just as fiercely; Storm does the same, getting a kiss as well.

Zev pulls her in close and whispers something in her ear. Whatever it is has her nodding as she buries her head in his chest, and he holds her incredibly gently and kisses the top of her head with so much affection that it leaves absolutely no doubt in my mind that he loves her.

When she pulls back and looks up at Zev, her smile is incredibly fragile, and I know that we’re all terrified about that look; Farren is many things but never fragile. The fact that she is showing us that she is or a part of her fills me with so much pride because it means that she trusts us completely.

I also hate that the princes and probably Helliers have put that look there. I want to spend hours pulling the blood from their bodies through every pore possible in the most excruciating way as their organs shut down and their magic turns against them. There’s far more that you can do with a water gift than people realise, especially one as strong as mine.

My twin looks at her surprisingly nervously, but she doesn’t give him a moment to dwell on it. Instead, she jumps and wraps her arms and legs around him. Her hands go into his hair and his face buries into her neck, even from here I can see the shuddering breaths that he’s taking. He’s only been holding her for a few moments when he glances up searching the room and his eyes land on me. That’s all the prompting I need, and I stride over; he turns her, making her face fill with confusion before her eyes land on me, and she smiles, reaching for me.

I hug her in much the same way as my twin. As soon as she’s in my arms, I feel something inside me click into place, her presence soothing the sharp edges of my soul. I want to hold onto her forever but I know that Reaper is standing to the side of me and I’m sure there’s only so far I can push it before Ryu takes the situation into his own claws, if he hasn’t already.

I turn to give her to him, and I’m surprised as Ryu lets Reaper pull her in for a gentle hug before he comes out to play.

“Mine,” he growls, taking a deep inhale of her neck and then rubbing his face there.

It surprises me that when Grey clears his throat, Ryu just rolls his dragon eyes and steps back, allowing Reaper to come forward again and letting go of Farren so that she can go to Grey.

She surprises me when she doesn’t immediately hug him like she has everyone else. Instead, she raises her eyebrow, crosses her arms over her chest, and says, “I think I prefer it when you’ve got your wings out, Hades.”

His eyes widen as heat flares through them at hearing his true name on her lips. I can’t help but smirk; she has no idea what she just did to him, and that makes it so much better. I then see panic flash through his eyes, like he thinks she’s going to be scared of him or something equally ridiculous. Relief quickly replaces the fear as she launches herself at him, and he wraps her tightly in his arms. There’s a look of understanding on his face; he’s been in the cells before, and he has a better idea than anyone what she’s been through. He gently kisses her cheek and then lowers her to the floor, keeping one arm wrapped around her.

“I want to introduce you to someone,” he says, and Farren looks up at him curiously, “this is Khaos, my second in command and friend.”

Farren’s curiosity is peaked, but as he moves out of the way so that she can see Khaos, her eyes widen, and her expression becomes one of pure shock.

It can’t be; nothing ever works out that perfectly.

“H?” She mutters, and I have no idea what the hell is going on right now.

Khaos’s eyes fill with recognition and I feel his magic reach for hers.

It only takes two strides and he’s in front of her, studying her closely.

I remember him telling us that his woman in his dreams was always shrouded in shadows and that he had no idea what she actually looked like.

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