Page 63 of A Soul to Guide

Raewyn let out a heavy sigh. “I am offering my life here. If this fails, not only will you lose your glamour, but the radiation could kill me.”

“I will be able to take any illness or injury that affects you. This will come at no cost to you, only me.”

Her little brows furrowed. “But then you’ll be the one to die from the poisoning.”

“I can’t die, remember?” Merikh said while rolling his head, knowing she’d hear his exasperated tone. “Once twenty-four hours are over, I’ll heal, as long as my skull is intact.”

Raewyn dropped her hands and gripped the blanket laying over her legs. Her eyes bowed as the outer corners crinkled, her forehead forming deep lines.

“Please,Merikh,” she pleaded in the same beseeching tone he’d only heard from humans about to die by his claw. It was filled with the knowing end, of the pain and definitive nothingness to come. “I know I’m asking for a lot. I know you have no reason to help when I can’t be sure, but I don’t think I can survive it if I don’t at least try. I know I’m being selfish because I want to go home, but please, I’m begging you.”

His silence weighed on her. Her hands clutched the bedding tighter and tighter until the backs of her knuckles went taut.

It was her next ‘please,’ with tears filling her transfixing eyes, that finally caused him to make his decision. It shouldn’t have mattered. Her pain shouldn’t have mattered to him, nor her tears or the way her lips quaked, but in that moment, he couldn’t deny her.

Some gouging emotion dug its way into his chest, and he finally uttered, “fine.” The way her face brightly shined afterward made him turn his head to the side dismissively. “But you will conduct your experiments where I see fit. If this works, youwilluse whatever power you have over your people to allow me through that portal. Do you understand? I will not be left behind on Earth with no way off it, and with no glamour.”

Merikh stood, scratching at his neck in agitation. He was annoyed. He needed to go for a walk before he turned that anger towards her.

“Yes, yes! Okay!”

Raewyn dug her way out of the bed and ran towards him. She skilfully sidestepped the tub, and he stepped back in surprise when she flung herself against him.

To be fair, he had to catch her, but it was as if she knew he would. When she fell against him, his anger fled out of him.

“Thank you,” she exclaimed. “Thank you so much.”

He was much wider than her, so her arms barely reached behind him. She buried her face against his chest, and he was so astonished that he just raised his arms in the air, unsure of what he was supposed to do.

It didn’t help that if he lowered his arms, his quills would come back down and slice her.

“I was so scared that there wasn’t another way, but if I can create a sun stone, no Demons would be able to come near us when we try to enter Jabez’s castle. If you know where it is, we could just walk right in and through the portal.”

A thought crossed his mind. “Won’t it affect me?”

Raewyn shrugged, leaning back while still holding onto his sides so she could speak properly. He was finally able to lower his arms.

“I am already aware that using such magic is destructive to its user. We both might be a little sick afterwards, but my people can heal us. You can walk in the sun, so hopefully you won’t be affected by its power the same way as the Demons.”

Her exquisite face, filled with joy shining in his direction, because of him, had his throat clogging. She was so close, he could feel her heat and breasts pressing up against him, and his barrier cloth did little to hide her drool-inducing scent.

His orbs threatened to turn white when his cock stirred, and his seam twitched. Merikh quickly stepped back to break contact, and she easily let him go.

His mind fumbled for a way out of receiving her gratitude, to remove the look she had. His sight found what he’d made, lying on the ground.

Merikh picked it up and thrust it at her, almost punching her in his panic, but thankfully managing to soften the impact. Raewyn fumbled and held the pole with two hands.

“This is for you,” he stated, wishing his voice wasn’t strained.

Like she often did at him, she frowned.

“What is it?” she asked as she began feeling the length of it.

“I’ve seen humans with visual impairments use these. A guide cane, I believe it’s called.” He scratched at his neck, before looking at his claws, which he realised he’d done a lot more than usual lately. “I tried to find one that would suit your height, but everything I found would be too short.”

Her lips parted as her eyes widened. She fondled the very end of the cane that had a stone ring he’d managed to lock to the end using bolts. It spun freely when she turned it.

“Did... you make this for me?”

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