Page 156 of The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos
“Wow, you can say that without even waiting for your first Blood Moon. It’s less than two months away.”
“I don’t think a Blood Moon can change my feelings. Heck, even the gods can’t make me feel any different,” I whisper. “I’m sorry, Seth, but your mate is out there, and I am certain that we aren’t mates.”
I see the hurt flash in his eyes before he steps back, cracking his knuckles as he always did when nervous or upset. “Harsh, but I’m not giving up. If you are my mate, I will challenge him.”
“Seth-”
“Have a good evening, Sienna. You look beautiful tonight.” Before I can reply, he turns and disappears into the crowd, leaving me feeling all over the place.
The sound of the music is suddenly too loud, the emotions of those around me and the sudden intense hunger for pleasurecourses through me.
My heart hammers as I scan the crowd, my eyes raking over the couples dancing intimately.
What the fuck?
I touch my head, my body humming with power. I need to channel it all into one of my sigils. I need to find somewhere private. Now!
The song comes to an end, and then I hear Dad’s voice on the speaker, and I still. Dad sang this to Mama on their last anniversary.
My eyes sting, Dad…
Too many emotions all at once. Gods…
I can hear the pumping of everyone’s blood in my head, their thumping hearts, their whispers, their sighs, my vision blurring as I focus on getting out of here – fast.
Jayce, where are you?
I need you.
This Helplessness
Jayce
My heart is pounding relentlessly, and I’m unable to calm it the way I usually can. What I saw… No. No, I’m not going to think about it. Everything feels suffocating as if my lungs are collapsing, destroying my airways, and I can’t fucking breathe.
I know what this means. Something terrible is coming. Something I can’t even let my mind shape into words.
Just the thought of it shatters me, like my heart is being crushed by cold, merciless hands, squeezing it until it bursts. It fucking hurts.
I’m on the rooftop of our “brothers” place, trying to find some kind of centre to rein in the storm that is threatening to consume me, threatening to devour everything around me.
I can’t even voice this shit to anyone. I won’t. What isn’t said cannot become a reality. It fucking isn’t real. I twist my fingers into my hair, trying to calm down, but nothing I do is helping.
Not even a run or a workout or anything will take away this storm of pain. I feel fucking useless. Sienna texted me a littlewhile ago, but I was unable to reply; I simply reacted with an emoji. I rock back and forth, trying to breathe evenly.
Dante! He has to know something. He has to tell me I misunderstood what I saw. I call him, my hands fucking shaking as I find his name and hit call.
Pick up, man, fucking pick up…
I haven’t talked to him; I don’t even know if the message I was told to pass on even reached him. Dante, come on, man.
“The person you are calling is not-”
I cut the call, snarling in frustration as I slam my head back against the wall, biting back the roar that threatens to escape me. Nothing happens to her, nothing can fucking happen to her. I’ll protect her.
My eyes sting, but I refuse to think about it. Maybe it’s not what I’m assuming. Fuck…
The phone rings, and I look at it. Dante.
