Chapter Six
Farren
A flash of anger and I could swear jealousy darkens Storm's eyes before he snuffs it out along with the fire ball between his black as night horns as he becomes emotionless again.
His face drops into a snarl as he opens his mouth, and I interrupt, “Oh no, whatever you have to say can wait until Kill’s taken a fucking shower and had a hot meal.”
I try to turn to move Killian back towards my room so he can shower, but he doesn’t let me go, his arms tightening around me.
“Kill you’ve got let go, come on, you fucking stink. Get your ass in the fucking shower!” I order.
Storm's eyes cloud with worry at my words, and I have no fucking idea why.
“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckles, unwinding himself from me.
“I’ll order food, it’ll be here when you’re done. The shower is straight through there,” I say, pointing towards my door.
As he turns to leave, my eyes move over his muscular form, and I admit I watch his tight ass as he walks away. Reluctantly pulling my gaze away, I focus back on the others. Reaper’s mouth is literally hanging open, which would be comical if I knew what the big deal was.
No one says anything, and I decide to leave them to it and wait it out.
I’m sure there’s a whole heap of fucking questions coming, I can almost feel it.
I walk over to the screen that Reaper used to order food before, and after a few moments of tapping the screen with no idea of what I’m doing, I finally find the menu and order all of Killian’s favourites.
I order extras for the guys as well, just in case they’re hungry.
“Erm, Farren?” Loki starts, and I look up at him.
“Yeah?”
“How do you know Killian?” He asks, shooting a worried look at Storm, who is sitting in a chair facing my bedroom door, his emotions completely shut down.
“That’s a long story, and I think it might be better explained when Kill gets back out,” I reply, stalling. I’m not sure how much Kill will want me to share. Especially since they seem to have a shared history that I know nothing about.
Before any of them can protest, Poca appears in the middle of the room, making them all jump, and I smirk. It’s strangely satisfying to watch these dangerous big men jump at the sight of my hellhound.
“Fucking hell has he been here the whole time?” Rival asks.
“Nope, he just materialised in.”
“I have so many fucking questions, and I don’t understand anything that is going on right now.” Mayhem adds in.
I know I owe them an explanation after everything that they’ve seen or heard over the last couple of hours, but I barely know these guys.
I know we’re a team, and that should usually come with some level of trust. However, normally, teams are excited to be together, and Storm fucking hates me, Mayhem doesn’t trust me, and I’m not sure of the others yet.
I can’t share the darkest parts of my life with them, not until I trust them and they trust me.
If Storm gets his way, he will have broken the bond long before that can happen.
I will give them the bare minimum I can get away with, and that’s it. If they don’t like it, then it's fucking tough. I’m not putting myself at risk and exposing my secrets to them without complete trust on both ends.
I’m pulled out of my thoughts as my bedroom door opens, and out walks a shirtless Killian.
I sigh, I will never fucking get tired of seeing all of his taut muscles on display.
Seeing them reminds me of the last time I got up close and personal with them.
My eyes collide with his sparkling ones, and I grin, it looks like his mind went to the same place mine did.
My eyes dip and land on the scar over his heart, the one that I gave him and he’s stupidly fucking proud of.
I know it shouldn’t, but it always makes me smile knowing that he carries around something that will always remind him of me.
I carry the same one over my heart, thanks to him.
I can feel the others looks burning into the side of my face as they try to work out what the fuck is going on between us.
Killian strides towards the door, pulling it open before the server on the other side can knock and scaring the shit out of him in the process. He looks over the laden cart and sighs before glancing back over his shoulder at me.
“Little help, Darlin?” He asks.
I grin and materialise all the plates on the coffee table in the middle of the lounge, my grin widening as Kill slams the door in the shocked server's face.
He strides over to me, his tail whipping behind him and then sits as close to me as possible, swinging his arm over my shoulders and trying to pull me in close, much to the obvious shock of the guys who are once again just staring at Killian.
“Oh no you don’t,” I warn him, “eat first, and then you get cuddles. I’m still fucking pissed at you.”
“Erm Farren, I don’t think you should talk to him like that,” Loki points out, looking uneasy and worried.
Killian’s gaze snaps to Loki, a decidedly chilly edge to it now, “She can speak to me however she wants.”
The guys eyebrows hit their hairlines.
“Alright, clearly there is stuff going on here that I know fuck all about, and we’ll get to that, but right now I need to see you eat something, Kill, I’m fucking mad at you.”
His eyes connect with mine again, “I thought you’d left.”
“Never,” I vow.
I know it hit him hard when I didn’t come back, not that I had a fucking choice, I tried, but I was blocked from using the Void to get to him.
I thought he’d blocked me out. I also know that I’m going to have to reassure him of that for a long time before he believes that I’ll never voluntarily leave him.
“I don’t know why I couldn’t get to you the last few years, but we will figure it out. After you eat.”
“Okay, Darlin, I hear you,” he picks up his plate and then smirks, “when we find the person responsible, what’s the plan?”
“Oh, I think I might bring out my favourite weapon for this one.”
“Want to play who makes the most slices in ten minutes, again?” He grins.
I chuckle, “Hell fucking yeah, I’m ready to defend my title.”
“I can’t take it anymore, Kill where the fuck have you been? You were supposed to come here with us, and then you disappeared with no warning. We had a fucking search party.” Storm growls, anger ever-present, but there’s a hint of something almost desperate in his tone.
“We were your best friends. You could have told us anything,” Loki mutters, and I study them closely.
Some of their reactions make more sense now. They were once as close with Kill as they are with each other, not to mention that Storm is his brother.
“I had something more important to do,” he replies between bites. His blunt tone makes the guys all frown. “Besides, there was no guarantee that we’d end up on the same team anyway.”
My intuition starts to gnaw at me, “Wait, when was this?”
Kill stops eating, and his eyes meet mine, “Four years ago, thirteenth month, twenty-sixth day.”
That was only a few months after we first met. The more I look into his eyes, the more certain I am that I was the reason or at least a part of it, but why? Why did he give up coming here with his brother, and from what I can tell, friends?
His mind brushes against mine, and I open a channel so we can speak without the others hearing.
“I will tell you, Darlin, but I can’t yet. It’s not the right time.”
I study him closely, he has never lied to me, never betrayed me, and I trust him more than I trust anyone else, I nod.
“I trust you. I do have a request, though. I think you should enrol here now, I don’t want you out of my sight,” I practically plead, aware that it makes me sound needy as fuck but really not caring.
I don’t know why but I know that he needs to be here. It’s such an intense feeling that it's almost making me panic.
“Are you two done making love eyes at each other?” Storms snaps.
Uh oh, Kill’s eyes move to the side to watch his brother before he leans closer to me and seals his lips to mine in a familiar and searingly hot kiss.
“Now I’m done,” he says with a wide smile, as he pulls back and eyes Storm, who’s so mad his horns are sparking, and his shadows are starting to gather.
I roll my eyes.
“Storm, calm down,” Rival warns.
“Are you staying?” Reaper asks, a thread of hope in his voice that lets me know that although they’re pissed at him and there are still things going on that I don’t know about, they all really missed him.
“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea. I’m not the same person I used to be.” He replies.
“Because of her,” Storm sneers, his eyes on me, and no, I have no idea where he got that idea.
“No,” Killian snaps, the blue spark between his horns hissing slightly with anger, and Storm recoils, “for her.”
“What?” I ask.
“Darlin,” he mutters, and I sigh.
“Fine, never mind.”
“I don’t understand?” Storm growls.
“And I can’t explain it to you yet.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Storm retorts, clearly getting frustrated with the short answers he’s actually getting.
“Oh, come on Storm, you know it means that he’s had a vision, and he can’t share it yet,” Reaper admonishes.
Storm sighs heavily, moving forward in his chair and placing his head in his hands.
“I know that. I’m sorry, man,” he says, his voice softer as he looks up at Kill, “I really fucking missed you,” he looks at me as if deciding whether he wants to say the next thing in front of me.
I decide I’ll make it easier on him and start to get up to give them all some privacy to catch up. Maybe that’s the reason that I’m here, it’s not to be on a team or even to escape my father, which is a nice perk, but it’s to bring them back together.
My stomach churns. There has to be a reason why Killian couldn’t be with them and me, so if it is my destiny to bring them together, does that mean I forfeit Killian?