Page 92 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

“What did you do to his soul?” Griff asks curiously.

Raiden smiles, “I healed it.”

“I didn’t know that reapers could do that,” Doc says.

Raiden frowns slightly, “As far as I know, they can’t.”

“You didn’t have wings last time that I saw you?” I can’t help but ask.

Raiden’s expression changes as his wings disappear, and he glances away from me. If I didn’t know better, I would think that he was hiding something.

“You may as well tell her. They would have felt that burst of power for sure,” Ransom says, with a slight smirk, although there’s a worried glint in his eyes that I don’t like.

“He’s right. That was insane,” River grins, bouncing on his feet.

“They who?” I ask, my eyebrows rising.

Raiden sighs, “Okay, so the first thing you should know is that when I was younger, around ten, I locked down a part of my power because of an incident that I will explain to you at some point, but not in the middle of the moors in a storm. Wallace told me that in order to save you, I had to release it and use it to make sure that you didn’t die. That was the magic that you could feel. It was a tether to make sure that your soul couldn’t slip from your body before it had fully recovered from doing it the last time.”

Emotions swell in my chest, “You unlocked magic that you had locked down for decades due to trauma for me?”

He smiles softly, “Of course I did.”

I can’t help it. I know that he isn’t finished with his explanation, but I move over to him and hug him tightly, “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” he replies as he kisses my cheek, dangerously close to my lips.

“I do. I can still feel the magic, by the way,” I say.

He frowns, his eyebrows drawing down, “You shouldn’t still be able to feel. I thought that it would have worn off by now. It’s supposed to stay for as long as it takes for you to heal properly. You should have been healed by now.”

“Maybe there’s something that we don’t know about that needs healing? I did die in pretty quick succession,” I suggest.

“Maybe,” Raiden replies, not looking too happy about it.

“We can ask Wallace when we get the chance,” River suggests.

“Good idea,” Van adds.

“Great. Now who is they and what’s the problem?” I ask Raiden, as I step back, he doesn’t let me get far as he pulls me back under his arm and tightly to his side and I look up at him, waiting for him to reply.

“The problem is that the Reaper Council thinks that I am a much lower tier than I am. They’re going to summon me. Theywill have questions, and they are going to insist that I do more things that involve the council and various other reaper duties because of the tier that I am. There is a chance that they will make me leave SID and you guys.”

Anger flares to life inside me, and with it, that new feeling that I’m starting to recognize as my magic. The guys eyes widen.

“Whoa,” Ransom mutters.

“Unless it is something that you want, you won’t be going fucking anywhere. I don’t give a fuck who they are. I will make them regret ever even considering it.” I threaten, and then with a dark smile, “If they hurt you, I will enjoy slicing them apart. I’ll start with the things that stick out first, and then I’ll have some fun.”

“Damn,” Reed grins.

Raiden’s eyes heat as his arm tightens around me. With absolutely no warning and shocking the shit out of me, he dips his head, his lips caressing mine in a heated kiss that has me forgetting my own goddamn name, or where we are, or that the guys are watching, several of which I’ve kissed.

When he pulls back, his eyes sparkling and his lips tilting up into a smile, he says, “Deal, if they try to take me away, do your worst. I promise you that I will never want to leave you and the guys.”

I nod and smile in agreement. “Yeah, I can do that.”

Cautiously, I turn my head to look at the guys, only to find them all grinning at me, heat in their eyes.

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