Page 1 of Whispered Warnings: Part One

Chapter one

Neith

Iadmit that this must be a shock for them; I mean, I was dead, and there was no mistake about it. I had a knife sticking out of my chest, out of my heart, if you want to be really precise about it. Having said that, I don’t really know how to handle this situation, and I am really fucking hungry.

So hungry, that it is pretty much my main priority right now, and the only thing that I can focus on. No one can ever tell me I don’t have my priorities straight.

“Here,” Winston says with a happy smile as he hands me a fucking pizza.

I sit up and take it, eyeing the gooey, cheesy pepperoni goodness. I might be in love. Taking a huge, unladylike bite, I wait for the guys to say something and stuff my face.

“Dude, I am so keeping you. I could have done with food this quickly after the last time,” I tell Winston since the guys are still staring at me, and Winston is grinning at me like a proud parent.

I don’t miss the shock in his eyes though and it makes my heart beat quicker, he is a spirit guide, so old that he is practically ageless, he has most likely seen eons, and yet something about what just happened has shocked him. I don’t want to think about it for too long because the implications are massive and scary.

“Last time?” Evander manages to grit out, panic still in his eyes from witnessing the whole ordeal.

I wince. I need to come up with something to reply because I don’t think that we have the time for me to explain how I really arrived at their house, at least not right this second. If I am being honest with myself, I am absolutely terrified that when they hear what really happened, they aren’t going to want me around anymore and are going to kick me out of the house, their team, and their lives.

I’m trying to delay that for as long as I possibly can, thankfully before I have to reply, my eyes catch on Reed, “Oh my fucking god, you are stunning.”

Reed’s eyes widen, “What?”

“Your wings, they are fucking awesome,” I tell him. I really wish I could come up with a better descriptor, but they have stunned me into silence, which is evidence enough of how magnificent they are.

His wings are enormous, and I mean truly massive. I can tell that even though they are folded against his back. He must have a really strong glamour on him all the time because I had no idea that he had wings. Although the guys did say I could see through glamour, so maybe he is some kind of supernatural that shifts? Even though I can see his wings, I don’t think he is entirelyshifted. I don’t know why I feel that way, but something tells me that there is even more to Reed than maybe even Reed knows.

I roll my eyes at my inner thoughts. Apparently, I think a lot of myself now, and I’m now thinking I know shit that I have no way of truly knowing other than a feeling. Apart from the leathery-looking wings that have barely visible patterns on them and sharp, deadly spikes on the tips of each wing, he looks the same. Maybe a little bit bigger, if that’s even possible, the dude is fucking huge.

I tilt my head and stuff more pizza in my mouth as I study him, and he watches me like I am fucking terrifying. Which makes no sense.

“What is happening right now?” River asks, his voice edging on hysteria.

I drag my eyes away from Reed, the hysteria in River’s voice making me want to check on him. As soon as my eyes land on him, I see the pain in his eyes and the tear marks on his face and realize that he is a lot closer than I thought he was. I reach my hand up, cupping his cheek and almost melting as his eyes close and he takes a deep breath. His reaction to my touch shifts something in me, and I refuse to look too closely at what it is.

“I’m really sorry I scared you,” I say honestly, “I couldn’t let him kill Reed, and I knew without a single doubt that was what was going to happen.”

“Did you know that you would be stabbed?” Reed questions, somewhat redundantly since I pretty much just answered that.

“Yes,” I reply honestly, because at this point, what would be the point of lying?

“You knew,” he repeats and then explodes, “Don’t ever risk your life for mine!” he bellows, “You could have died!”

His power is more unrestrained than I have ever known it because as soon as he starts yelling at me, the guys hit thefloor, apart from Winston, who just rolls his eyes. River narrowly misses face-planting my pizza.

“Dude,” I start, still munching on the pizza because, as always, I have my priorities straight.

“Don’t dude me! You panicked all of us. Don’t fucking do it again! Don’t ever move between us and danger. None of us want you to. You could have fucking died,” he repeats, still screaming at me as he stands and starts pacing inside; what I am only just noticing is a golden bubble?

Huh, that’s a weird one, oh it’s so pretty.

I wonder if I could pop it.

Probably not a good idea.

The longer I stare at it, the more I become certain that it was made by Ransom, just like with Doc and Reed, I can instinctively tell that this is his magic. It also contains insanely strong magic, even stronger magic than I thought Ransom had, and I thought he was pretty fucking powerful to begin with.

The more time that I spend with these guys the clearer it is becoming that these guys are hiding a lot of themselves and what they are truly capable of. I can’t be pissed at them though, because I’m doing exactly the same thing. Even though I am going to tell them about the dying and coming back, unless they explicitly ask me, I won’t be telling them how many times I have died, I think that is better kept to myself.

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