Page 5 of Walking in Darkness
Blame himself.
But this was so much bigger than just the two of us.
“He tried to choke me. So casually. Like he thought he could just reach out and snuff the life out of me. He thought he was going to end me there. I know he did. He believed he would kill me last night. He told me I had no power in that realm, and he approached me as if he was the one who held it all. He was shocked when I was able to fight back.”
Questions raced through Pax’s features, though he brushed his thumb over my cheek, his words a scuff of praise as he murmured, “Of course you fought back. You wouldn’t let that bastard win. You’re too strong for that.”
“I fought him off—physically, at first. I was basically just in a fight-or-flight mentality, and the only thing I could do because he was choking me was fight. But then I ... kicked him, and he flew off me.Flew, Pax. I don’t know where it came from, but it was like I had this strength I had no idea I possessed. Born in that place. For that moment.”
As if that power had sprouted up through my vulnerabilities.
The corners of my eyes pinched as the memories flooded me. “It was the light. The energy that we have in Faydor. It was screaming inside me, urging me to use it against him. End him the way I would a Kruen.”
My tongue stroked out to wet my dried lips. “It only knocked him backward a small amount, though, and he immediately attacked me again. But that urge was there ... burning inside me. To fight. To harness the light.”
I paused, then whispered, “And somehow, I amplified it—though I didn’t know how to use it or if there was any way to use it to defeat him.”
Air puffed from my mouth, and my head slowly shook. “It was all there, this ball of power that throbbed inside me. Then, all of a sudden, he shoved me from behind, and when he did, I was no longer able to hold on to the power. It flew out of me, pierced the barrier of his realm, and cut it wide open. When it did, I fell through, and I ended up here.”
I’d been shocked awake.
Coming to, right in this place.
I peered over at Pax, whose expression dredged through a thousand questions. Through the fear and the turmoil. The confusion and the relief.
I struggled to grasp the significance of what had happened. To understand this brand-new piece in what felt like an unsolvable puzzle.
Pax gripped me by both sides of the face. “But you did it. You got out. You got away from that bastard.”
I curled my hands around his wrists. “Yes.”
He dropped his forehead to mine, the anguish he’d felt bleeding out. “Fuck, Aria, I was so scared. So goddamn scared when I couldn’t find you.”
He inhaled me, his eyes squeezing closed before he brought his mouth to mine.
His lips pressed firm and solid, both torment and an apology bound in the action.
I exhaled, whispering, “I’m right here,” against his mouth.
He groaned, and his hand twined up in the fall of my hair. “I can’t believe this is happening again. Aria, I won’t let him get to you. I’m going to fucking tear that piece of—”
I pushed forward, stealing his words.
Begging him to focus on me. On the fact that I was there and whole.
He responded, kissing me deeply.
It was tortured.
Impassioned.
A promise and a petition.
Fire tore through my frozen body. Heat and comfort and need.
I trembled, and Pax’s palms smoothed over me, chasing the chill away.
“Thought I was going to lose my mind,” he rumbled against my lips, hauling me even closer. “Trying to find you. Searching through Faydor when you just disappeared.”
