Page 152 of Cursed Heirs

It didn’t seem to be doing that, though, as she snarled, then thrust her palms into the sky, streaming her golden magic into the dark clouds above.

Thunder rumbled, the clouds drew together unnaturally, as she called a storm forth.

Holy shit.

Her magic turned completely black and a pained cry tore from her as she pushed it further, creating flash lightning.

She spun and it drove down into the ground, leapfrogging right toward Orpheus.

He thrust his palm out, generating a purple oval shield, just before it made contact, his whole body shaking as the lightning hit the shield with terrible force.

“Argh!” she screamed, doing it again and again, until his feet started slipping in the grass and he dug his heels in.

“You’re letting the black magic take you. Letting yet another thing control you,” he called to her. “You’re better than that. Stronger than that.”

She blinked at his words, her hands shaking.

“With this power, no one can hurt me! Ever again!”

“Not true when you’re so lost to it,” he told her. “It makes you weak. And, you are the farthest thing from weak, Alena.” He struggled and managed to push forward, closer to her, gritting his teeth against her onslaught.

She ceased with the lightning, but then we watched in horror as she streamed her magic at him and it started extinguishinghis.

“Does this make me weak too?” she threw back at him as she employed her dark magic destroying ability.

“When you’re using it to try to do harm to somebody you love, yes. To somebody who lovesyou.”

She jolted.

And, fuck, so did me and X.

Was he really saying what we thought he was?

He cleared that up in the next second as he called over to her, “That’s right, little angel. Iloveyou. I fucking love you. Do you hear me? And of course I want us to live together, to be together always and eternally. The three of you are it for me.”

The blackness in her eyes extinguished and she abruptly pulled her magic back, making Ore stumble forward a little, but managing to catch his balance.

The storm retreated.

Alena stood there panting, staring out at him in a mixture of awe and disbelief.

“You love me?”

He nodded as he walked to her. “I thought the words would burn on the way out, that I’d hate the vulnerability of them being put out there. But none of that happened. They were just right.” He reached her and carefully took her hands in his. “Thisis right. Loving you. You’re ours, little angel. And nothing and fucking no one will ever change that.”

“So… that… acting like you didn’t want the house… it was you provoking me?”

He smirked. “Isn’t that what I do best with you?”

She slapped his chest playfully.

“Had to see what it would take to get you to pull back on your own without me making you by force like I have been so far.” He smiled. “And it worked. You managed it.”

“The three of you are my anchors.”

“That’s right. Now we know.”

“It changes things,” she breathed reverentially.

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