Chapter Five #2
“No, they don’t.”
“Huh,” I reply eloquently, “listen when we get there, just stay quiet Okay? I’ve dealt with him before.”
“We’re going to his haunt?”
“No, we’re going to his house,” I grin.
“I’m sure that’s going to go well,” Loki mutters sarcastically.
“Hold on, stepping out of the Void can be a bitch the first time,” I warn them as a glowing door appears in front of us.
“Whoa, that’s so fucking cool,” Rival grins.
“Remember, stay back and stay out of it. He will kill you in seconds,” I remind them.
I pull open the door and step through. As soon as I know that they’re completely out of the Void, I drop their hands and summon the head back into my hands, as well as my sword, it clangs against the one swinging for me in the dark, and we parry for a moment before I invoke a witch's light and cast the room into the light.
“Killian!” I growl, and he stops dead, his eyes widening as he takes me in.
Relief colours his handsome features as he swipes his long black and silver hair behind his ear, his liquid silver eyes glowing with happiness.
Instantly, he drops his sword and opens his deliciously muscled arms, arms that I’ve had wrapped around me more often than anyone else’s.
I point my sword at him, and he raises his hands in defence, confusion in his eyes.
“Killian?” Rival mutters in shock, and Killian tenses as he studies the guys beside me. Recognition lights his eyes, and I frown.
A quick glance at them both shows that they are more on edge now than they have been the entire time.
“What’s going on?” Killian asks, his emotions locked down.
“Apparently a lot, but let's start with the most important,” I lower my sword, putting it away and throwing the head at him. He catches it effortlessly, with no disgust or fear in his eyes as he turns it around and studies the face.
“Huh, it’s Larkin,” he mutters. “Why did you behead Larkin?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the guys share an astonished look. What the fuck is that about?
“Because he tried to kill me and got pretty fucking close, I had to go into the Void,” I growl.
His eyes become deadly as the embers within them start to glow, his tail whipping back and forth behind him agitatedly, the horns on his head sparking with his emotions. Rival and Loki step closer to me.
“I did not know that the hit was on you. You know I never would’ve let it go ahead otherwise,” he reassures me, his hard features softening enough that I can see the plea in his eyes.
“What the fuck?” One of the guys mutters under his breath.
Killian ignores them and opens his arms to me.
“Farren, don’t,” Rival warns, and I roll my eyes, making Killian grin.
I bury my head in Killian’s chest as he wraps his arms around me tightly, his face burying in my hair, even his tail wraps around my thigh.
“Where the fuck have you been, Kill? I couldn’t locate you?”
He pulls back. “You’ve been looking for me?”
“Of fucking course I have. Did you think I just abandoned you? We had a fucking pact Kill. One that you’ve clearly gone back on, judging from the fucking smell coming off of you.”
“Yeah, I did think that,” he mutters, and it breaks my heart.
“Never. Now come on.”
“Whoa, hold on, Darlin. Where do you think you’re taking me?”
“To have a fucking shower, and to somewhere I can fucking make sure that you fucking take one and have a decent meal. Are you fucking kidding me, Kill?”
“Erm, Farren?” Loki says, and I step out of Kill’s arms and turn around, facing them.
Their faces are pale, and their eyes are not concealing their shock.
“Yes, Loki?”
“It might not be a good idea to bring Killian back.”
“He’s right, Darlin it’s probably not the best idea,” Kill adds.
I get a pang of intuition that this is somehow important, and I sigh.
“Tough, we made a promise to each other, and I’m following up on my end. So you’re coming with us. This is not up for debate,” I tell them, crossing my arms over my chest. We can get to the bottom of why the guys recognise Killian after he’s showered and eaten.
Loki and Rival open their mouths to argue with me, but they’re cut short as Kill comes up behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“I know better than to argue with you. I’ve still got the scar from last time.”
Loki’s eyes widen, “supernaturals don’t scar.”
“They do if you have the right weapons,” I mutter, opening the Void, Kill doesn’t let go of me, and I reach my hands out to Rival and Loki, who reluctantly take them, trying to stay as far away from Killian as possible.
“This is going to be almost instant on the way back, and you’re probably going to get sick. ”
I don’t wait for them to reply as I step through, pulling them all with me.
As soon as we reach the other side, Rival and Loki let go of my hands and bend over their hands on their knees as they groan.
Motion sickness from the Void is a bitch.
Kill’s arm slips from around my waist as he steps back, shrouding himself in shadows in the corner of the room and effectively shielding himself from view.
I have a second to wonder why before Storm is raging towards me, his eyes focused on me, Mayhem and Reaper close on his heels.
“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” Storm yells, a ball of flames spitting angrily between his horns, and I cross my arms over my chest. “Do you have any fucking idea how dangerous it was to go after the person that sent that fucker to kill you?”
Apparently, the only emotion he’s comfortable with showing is anger. Go fucking figure.
“He means we were really worried about you guys, and we’re glad that you’re okay,” Mayhem mutters, concern etched into all of his features.
His hair is standing up on end like he’s been running his hands through it, and when I glance around the apartment, it seems like Storm let his anger out on the room.
“Like hell is that what I fucking mean,” Storm growls, coming towards me. I tense as he reaches his hands out towards me.
I’m suddenly yanked back against a hard and familiar chest. Killian’s tail wrapped around my leg, and a sword pointed at Storm’s face. Storm comes to a halt instantly, all colour draining from his face as his eyes land on Killian.
“That’s close enough, Brother,” Kill says firmly, and my head snaps around to him.
“Brother?” I ask.
“What in the hell are you doing here, Killian? Actually, scrap that. How in the hell are you fucking here?”
“That’s a long and complicated story,” Kill replies stoically.
My gaze snaps between him and the still silent Storm, now that they're in the same room, I can sort of see the resemblance, but it’s only slight.
Kill chuckles, and all of the other’s gazes widen in shock. What the fuck is that about?
“I’ll explain, Darlin. I had no idea that you two knew each other, or I would’ve told you a long time ago.” He tells me, kissing my neck, it’s a familiar thing between us. We’ve actually never had sex, but we’ve come pretty fucking close a hell of a lot.