Page 123 of Blinding Light

“Believewhat?” Kylix asked. The dark glare in his eyes was slowly returning as he sat back on the couch, Silas draped half over him.

“The drawing,” Aviel exclaimed, his excited voice buzzing through the room. “It called to me. And now I’m standing here, and it’s all?—”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Moargan snarled. “What drawing?”

“The drawing in your sleeping quarters.”

“What the hell were you doing there?”

“It wasn’t like?—”

Kylix held up a hand and the room fell quiet. “Calm the fuck down, both of you. Aviel, which drawing are you talking about?”

“Cyprian’s.”

The name was enough to have Moargan’s stomach tighten.

“So, I'm in the kitchen, cooking,” Aviel began.

Kylix rolled his eyes.

“And then I hear this noise. This…weird buzz. Like whispers in the dark, countless voices murmuring in secrecy. It came from—from my own head. Searching for me. I can’t explain.”

“I think you’re doing a pretty solid job,” Moargan deadpanned. “Continue.”

“It felt like they were searching for me. Wanting me to find them. I searched around the house, then when I walked towardyour side, it got stronger. And then, when I finally opened the door to Cyprian’s…room…there it was.”

Kylix huffed impatiently. Now that the drugs were dissolving in his system, he was slowly turning back to his usual, stoic self. “Whatwas? Come on, man, stop talking in riddles.”

“The drawing is awful,” Aviel whispered. “I swear, it’s vibrating. He’s drawn this dark room. There are chains on the floor, and someone sits kneeling, hunched forward, hands tied behind their back. Like a prisoner. But it’s like I know him.” Aviel sucked in a deep breath.

Moargan’s skin crawled with awareness. When he met his cousin’s eyes, Kylix’s eyes flashed a blue-black.

“Helianth,” Aviel whispered. “Good light, it’s him. Cyprian has drawn him.”

“How can you be sure?” Moargan’s voice wasn’t more than a rasp.

“I feel it. Cyprian did that. Cyprian—he has opened the connection. Your father was right. I feel Norma. With my hand on the drawing, I feel her force. She’s fighting, Moargan. And Cyprian…he has accepted the inevitable.” Aviel sounded in awe.

“Tell me what you see,” Moargan ordered, his voice thick with emotion. He thought of the dark room Cyprian had drawn and had to fight the bile that rose in his throat. He hadn’t seen those same signs.

“I see stairs. So many of them. And hovercars. It’s some kind of indoor parking.”

“Not indoor.” Kylix stood, leaning heavily against Silas, a fiery glower on his face. “But there’s a large one underground at the port. The old hovercar parking from the city.”

“The port?” Moargan grumbled as he stood too. “The fool.” His palm warmed, the bond tugging at him. A low growl pulsated in Moargan’s chest, and spilled past his lips in a warning, making the others look up. “It’s Cyprian. He’s in trouble.”

Cyprian, who had told him he needed to be at the port. The beautiful, brave, fool. His one and only. Cyprian had accepted the inevitable and was facing his truth. And now Cyprian needed him. Moargan felt it with every nerve-ending coming to life. With every hair that rose on his skin.

He ran for the door. He hadn’t lied. Moargan would tear the world apart for his mate. For his true love.

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“Idon’t understand,” Cyprian told Bekn, who stood in the middle of a small group of masked people.

Attica.

Bekn grinned. “I get the impression that happens a lot to you. But you know what? I’m in a good mood today. Let me explain it to you, my sweet, naive,Xander Devers.” He turned to the group. “After all, it’s not very complicated, is it, guys?”

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