Page 51 of Forging Bonds: Part One

It doesn’t change the fact that I still feel like it was my fault, and it’s her screams and cries for help that haunt my nightmares.

Griff clears his throat and pulls me out of my thoughts. He looks at me like he’s concerned that my thoughts have taken me to a dark place, but instead of commenting on it, he starts a different conversation.

“You’re picking this up really quickly,” Griff says, his eyebrows lifted in surprise.

“Thanks,” I reply. “To be honest, it seems pretty natural to me. I’m not struggling to understand what you’re asking me to do, and it’s almost like my body already knows what I’m asking it to do.”

Griff nods, “Yeah, you can see that actually. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you had been fighting in the air for years, not that this was your first time.”

“Seriously?” I ask. I knew that I was getting it, but I didn’t expect him to say that.

Griff nods, “Yeah. I was going to wait to introduce weapons, but you’re picking it up so easily. Do you want to grab some swords and practice with them?”

I grin, “Hell yeah!”

Neith

We end up going through all five of the extinct supernaturals listed in Sully’s book, and honestly, from what I have experienced that I can do, I could fit with quite a few of them. But the closest match is the first one that we read about, the Gevatrea. It’s a super cool creature, and I wouldn’t be mad if that’s what it turns out that I am, but something doesn’t quite sit right. I didn’t read about it and immediately think, yes that’s me everything makes sense now. I just thought that’s a really cool supe. Surely, I would know if I read about the creature that I am like my instincts or the voices would let me know?

The guys and I end up agreeing that we’re probably going to have to wait until I show more signs of whatever supernatural creature I am before we can narrow it down further.

When we come back after lunch, we move on to looking through the books that we brought out for the Choosing, but as we suspected we don’t end up finding any information that we didn’t already know, and call time on it after a good few hours of research. I have to admit that while the biographies mentioned the Choosing, it was only in passing, and none of them described it in any detail. Then again, if the Choosing is capable of destroying any recording equipment, then it could easily be changing the words in books or making it so that no one could actually physically write about it.

I do manage to pack my bag like Evander suggested that we do, and I’m glad that I do because I spend far too long trying to decide what I need to put into it, and I know for a fact that I’m going to end up packing and repacking it a few times.

The closer that it got to the evening, the more I began to think about having Raiden and possibly someone else in bed with me, but when it came down to it, Raiden and Doc climbing into bed with me and wrapping themselves around me felt so normal, and before I could overthink anything or my mind could spin itself in circles, I fell asleep.

I’m not going to lie, it was probably one of the best sleeps that I have had for a long time.

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“Morning guys, how did you sleep?” Van asks as we all walk into the kitchen the following morning.

“Great,” I reply and then glance at the other two.

“Best night’s sleep in a while,” Doc agrees, as he leans down and kisses me before going into the kitchen to get coffee. “I think this new sleeping arrangement is going to work out great.”

“Agreed,” Raiden replies. “I didn’t have one nightmare, which might be because I was absolutely fucking exhausted, but in the past, that hasn’t made a blind bit of fucking difference.”

“That’s great,” I reply as I sit down and start to eat. I’m not properly awake yet, so my replies are limited.

Raiden smiles at me and then drops a kiss on the top of my head before he takes a seat.

“How did training go yesterday?” Reed asks Raiden.

“Really good, it was great fun,” Raiden replies. “I’m a lot more confident with flying now. I think I could probably hold my own in a fight in the air too.”

Griff scoffs, “He beat me.”

“What?” Doc questions in his eyes and shock on his face.

Raiden grins, “You let me win.”

Griff shakes his head, smiling proudly, “No, I didn’t. I admit that you caught me by surprise, so that might have contributed to it, but when we were fighting with swords, you beat me.”

Chapter Seventeen

Neith

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