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Repairing something broken or maybe creating something new altogether.
And he felt her.
All of her.
The defeat and the resilience.
The wild and the untamed.
The uncertainty and the fierceness
The broken and the healed, but not quite whole.
He pulled her tighter to him, burying his face in her hair. “We’ll fix it, little storm,” he whispered. “I swear to you we’ll fix it all.”
22
LUKA
“Now you can call me, you fucking prick?” Luka seethed, answering the phone after the third ring.
“Good to talk to you, too,” Theon replied, and Luka could hear the godsdamn smile in his voice.
“You are an ass. Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you for weeks, Theon.”
“I know,” his friend said, turning serious. “I was…trying to stay out of things. I know you and Tessa weren’t on good terms when I left, but I was hoping the two of you would figure it out. On your own. You needed to learn to exist without me, and I needed to try to do the same.”
“And you didn’t think that something possibly went wrong—that things didn’t go as planned—when I kept calling?” Luka growled. “Oh, wait. How could you when you didn’t have your phone on? Fuck, Theon!”
With nothing else to do, he hurled black flames off the balcony of his room, wishing he had something to throw or hit. He would go to the training room after he finished this phone call. Or flying. No, not flying. He wanted to destroy something.
“Did you get that out of your system?” Theon asked dryly.
“No, you dick,” Luka retorted. “For weeks, I’ve been trying to figure out what to do. How to find you. What to do with Tessa. She’s been… She didn’t speak to anyone for days, Theon. Not a single word. Do you have any idea how godsdamn unnerving that is?”
“I am well versed in Tessa not speaking to me, yes.”
“And then she destroyed the Pantheon.”
“I heard.”
“After she summoned a fucking goddess!” Luka continued. “Shesummoneda goddess, Theon. Not just any goddess. Serafina.” He was pacing now, long strides back and forth on that small, hidden balcony. “Destroyed the Pantheon and the mirror, so we couldn’t leave like you said. And where could we go? Not back to Tristyn’s penthouse. Not to the Underground. No. Our only option was my cave. There are too many fucking people here, Theon. They keep touching my things. I’m missing a small bowl.”
A snort of laughter came down the line, and Luka wanted to throw the phone over the balcony. Or throw it to the ground and stomp on it.
“This is not funny, jackass,” he growled, his dragon as irritated as he was. Irritation he’d been dealing with since he woke up to that letter. “My brother is here. My father. One wants nothing to do with me, and the other is trying. Cienna comes and goes. Gia’s been gone for days now. And Tristyn left after Tess?—”
“After Tessa left,” Theon finished for him.
Luka stilled, turning to look out over the mountains spread before him. “You found her then I take it.”
“Of course I fucking found her, Luka,” he retorted sharply. “Did you even try?”
“We’ve been formulating a plan,” he answered tightly. “We know seraphs took her?—”
“To the Celeste Estate,” Theon ground out.
“What?”
