Page 11 of Forgotten Arcane

Doing as Griff instructed, I take a deep breath, closing my eyes because otherwise I am likely to get distracted, and also because then I can pretend that the guys aren’t all watching me curiously.

Finding that newly grown place of magic, I focus on using it to make my wings disappear. I can feel the magic wash over me, and a weird sensation on my back where my wings connect. It’s not painful, but it’s definitely going to take some time to get used to. I don’t like the feeling at all.

“Huh, it would appear that you shift,” River explains when I open my eyes again.

I glance over my shoulder to see that my wings have gone and feel momentarily sad that’s the case.

“Wait. I shift?” I ask, as my brain catches up with what River said.

River nods, “Yeah, you didn’t use magic to cloak them or anything like that, you shifted.”

“Huh, I don’t know what I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting angel wings to work like that,” Ransom says.

“Me neither,” Raiden agrees.

“Is that why it felt weird when they went?” I ask.

River nods, “Yeah, shifting can feel a bit strange at first.”

“I didn’t mind it, but it was definitely weird,” I reply.

“You’ll get used to it the more you do it, and then you won’t notice,” Raiden adds. “Your wings appear to work along the same wavelength as the reaper's wings do. Which should hopefully mean that I should be able to help you.”

“Awesome,” I reply. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“I second that,” Doc agrees.

We all head out of the door. Remaining together, the guys all ensure that both Coen and I are in the middle of them as we all present a united front, as we walk back through the castle grounds.

Ed said that the Draconian team, or what was left of them anyway, was taken back a way that means it stayed hidden from the cameras, which means no one will have known that I’m on the guy’s team.

Chapter Four

Neith

Iglance up at Coen to find him already looking down at me, a smile curling his lips, and his eyes full of happiness. I don’t care that people are watching, I reach out and thread my fingers through his, squeezing them tightly.

Thank fuck.

And thank you to whoever is watching over us, and put into motion the things that meant that Coen was put on our team. Back with his family where he belongs. I have no doubt that there’s going to be a slight adjustment period for everyone, but considering that everyone knows each other so well, I think it will be more of a case of getting used to everyone knowing each other again and knowing different parts of each other.

I mean Coen knows my dark side, he’s seen me slice a fuckers throat. He’s seen me take a guy’s dick for not listening to the word no. He’s seen me go up against people three times my size and not even bat an eyelid. He’s seen me atmy most vulnerable, and he’s seen me at my most deadly, and through it all he didn’t fucking wavier.

I never wanted to allow myself to think of him or Dimitri as mine, despite everything that we went through together, despite how they showered me with affection. They were supernaturals, and I was not. It was as simple as that.

I may not ever be able to have Dimitri . . .

“You don’t know th . . .”my inner voice starts.

I viciously push it away. No I’m not doing that, I’m not going down that fucking rabbit hole.

Not again.

I force my thoughts to get back on track and continue as if I were never interrupted by myself. Even through everything, I refused to admit it, even to myself, but I can say it now, Coen is mine.

He always has been.

My heart claimed him a long fucking time ago, and I knew the whole time that I was with him that I was playing with fire and that one day he’d find his mate, and that would be it for us.

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