Page 127 of Blinding Light

Moargan, Moargan, Moargan.

But whatever this was, it was not the Imperial Prince. His teeth started chattering, body turning cold. He shifted his gaze around him, eyes wide with horror. The temperature around them dropped at an alarming speed. The scenery had stilled. “What’s going on?” Cyprian whispered.

“Cyprian?” It was Archer. “Are you still there? Cyprian? I can’t believe it. I can’t—they are frozen. All of them. Look…they can’t move.”

He was right. Everywhere around him, Attica members were iced to the ground, paused in their existence. It was fucking incredible.

A thrumming vibration left Cyprian’s palm and slid through his veins, warming up his entire body. His mate was calling out to him. New voices appeared, and Luminary started to descend those stairs, ready to enter a scene that had been frozen to a halt.

“Helianth?” Cyprian tried.

“I’m still here,” came the weak voice of the Imperial Prince.

“What the hell…”

“Dariux. We were saved by Dariux.” He sounded so tired, defeated in his injuries. “Good light. I can’t believe it. Thank you, Cyprian Creighton. For saving my life.”

“It wasn’t me,” Cyprian admitted.

“Yes, it was. You brought them here. You connected the link.”

“The link?”

Helianth didn’t answer anymore. Cyprian couldn’t explain what the hell had happened. Nor the feeling that pressed in his stomach. Someone else was still there. He scanned the place,sped up by those thoughts, but aside from death, there was nothing. “Who are you?” He murmured in the darkness.

Cold breath tickled his neck, and he was cut loose, the rope darting to the ground. Cyprian spun around, but there was no one. Then, in the far corner, a flash of icy-blue eyes.

“Davon-tus,”came a soft answer.

Then the presence was gone.

“Wait!” Cyprian cried after them.

There was chaos by the stairs. A rumbling growl was followed by the sound of footsteps as Luminary came rushing in, their weapons drawn and their metal helmets covering their faces. If they were taken aback by the ice-cold, they didn’t show. Instead, they made quick work clearing the cellars.

Helianth was freed and taken away in urgency.

“Cyprian!” Moargan’s flashing eyes found his. Cyprian ran and collapsed into his arms. “Good light. I’ve got you.”

Their hands entwined around their necks, holding tight as they pressed their bodies close. Not close enough. Their hearts…

“I was so afraid,” Cyprian murmured against Moargan’s mouth.

Their hearts beat as one.

“I knew you’d come and save us.”

Golden liquid ran through their veins, warming their bodies, and making the final tremors leave their core.

“It’s because you showed me where to search,” Moargan murmured. “Your Dariux brought the others together,aeon. How did you do that?”

“That voice.” Hot tears leaked from Cyprian’s cheek and landed on Moargan’s black uniform. “It was a woman, and she kept on begging me to help. She sent me here. I don’t know who she is.”

“I do.” Moargan pulled back and smiled at him. “Good light. You heard my mother, I can feel you did. She—I can’t believe it.She found you. You found her.” He tightened his hold around Cyprian once more, pressing his face in the crook of Cyprian’s throat, lips, and teeth, finding the sore spot. “You brought her back by bringing out your Dariux.”

“How did you find me?”

“The drawing,” Moargan murmured. “Aviel heard voices. Then Kylix recognized the place.”

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