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Nyxion takes my mouth again in a bewildering, momentary kiss. “Your soul and heart came together. And touched mine. Now, they are mine forever. You are mine, Zenya Alice Myre.”

We’ll see about that.

Some little whisper strikes like lightning in my mind.No, we will not.

Fine,I huff but turn to the organic, tree-speckled field.But I’m keeping the horse.

He grins.

Chapter 13

“You took my Eye, Nyxion. Now, you will never speak again.”

MORPHEUS

“Blindsided” by Bon Iver

“Kiss My Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep” by AFI

Iwatched them from a distance.

She took my brother. She took everything.

Dark envy rises in me again, and I ridicule myself for this vain desire. What purpose could it serve compared to reclaiming my Eye? But nothing in the universe, no dream could ever prompt me to take back my Eye by force. Because…it would mean her death.

Tonight, my brother sleeps deeper. His defenses gone. His guard down. He sleeps with his soul bound to hers.

I tread carefully into his fortress, embark into his room with its dancing bones and ever-shifting walls and passages, and observe him holding her in his bed. Her purple hair falls allaround his muscled chest, his being fully restored to his god form.

She is more beautiful than ever with all her tattoos pulsing along her skin.

Their breaths are synchronized. If she moves in her sleep, he moves with her.

My wings tighten, bones hardening.

Fucking bonehead. Traitorous skull face.

Wars have been waged over women. It seems the Oneiroi will wage one over Zenya. He’s already made the first move.

Tilting my head with devilish mischief swarming all over my shadows, I swirl my shadows and curl them in the thinnest and most delicate of tendrils—like a precise surgical cut—flowing them into his pores.

Zenya stirs. Nyxion stiffens. I freeze.

A second later, she snuggles up against him, he settles, and I continue.

The fucker stole my Eye, stole my sight. I will take his speech.

Retribution thickens in the air, my shadows suffocating the room. Living entities, bound to my will, they obey me.

Nyxion’s eyes remained closed, unaware of my dark force closing on him. The shadows tighten, holding him in place as my force surges through his veins, coursing through his blood.

My eyes burn with intense heat as cold resolve ices my being. I project my will into the shadows. The tendrils of darkness slip into Nyxion’s mouth, invading, seeking its target.

Nyxion twitches, a subconscious response to the intrusion. As long as Zenya sleeps, so will he. I swirl my shadows along her eyes and sink them into her heart to keep her in a profound slumber.

Deeper my shadows go until they unearth the hyoid bone.

I smile. Malevolence—however misplaced or misunderstood—overpowers every other emotion. Tethered to my shadows, Ifind that delicate bone structure suspended in the flesh—fused to no other.

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