Chapter Six #2
Now I want to escape the room to run from my own wandering thoughts. Before I can get far though, Killian’s big palm lands on my thigh, and I look at him.
“You know almost everything about me. There’s nothing he could say that I wouldn’t tell you anyway.” Killian says softly, and again I receive perplexed looks from all of the guys.
“You’re different,” Reaper starts, “still as deadly as ever, or even more so actually, and you're still a surly bastard but not with her. She brings out a side in you I don’t think I’ve ever seen, and I’ve known you since we were two.”
Killian just shrugs, clearly that’s not something he wants to explain right now.
“You were saying?” He prompts Storm.
“Our father,” he starts, and I interrupt.
“Oh shit yeah, if you’re brothers, that makes your father, King Lucien.”
“You really did tell her?”
“Of course I did. I told her everything, which is why, despite the spoiled barbs you have been throwing at her since she got here, she hasn’t done the same to you,” Killian replies, his voice hard.
I smack him on the chest, “How many fucking times have I told you not to dig around in my head like that? Do you want me to block you completely again? How long did you last?”
His eyes widen, “An hour, I only lasted an hour when you blocked me completely. No, I’m sorry I just wanted to see if they’d treated you well and if I needed to do any damage.”
“What do you mean block you completely?” Loki asks curiously, he moves to sit on the other side of me, and I expect Killian to have a problem with it, but he doesn’t even bat an eyelid, even sharing a knowing grin with Loki.
I feel like Loki’s figured something out before the rest of us even realised that there was something to figure out.
“We can talk to each other in our minds and feel each other's emotions and wellbeing if that makes sense.” Killian starts to explain.
“And we can block one or both of those, so if I chose, I could block him from feeling my emotions, but he could still hear my thoughts. It’s not pleasant, though. I’m so used to Kill being there that it feels like I’m missing a vital part of myself when I can’t feel him.”
“Wow, that’s pretty intense.” Reaper frowns.
“Yeah, it can be,” Killian admits and an amused look takes over his face. “Although in other situations, it's fucking spectacular.”
“And that’s enough of that, dickhead.” I interrupt with a chuckle. “I really do think that you should enrol here.”
“Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. The waitlist is a mile fucking long.” His face falls serious again, “besides, Farren, you know better than anyone that it would be incredibly dangerous for everyone else if I attended here. They’d not only have your enemies to contend with but mine as well.”
“What does that even mean? How does she have enemies? She’s the spoiled daughter of Magistrate Godfrey,” Storm spits.
“Who is a close personal friend of our fathers. What does that tell you about the kind of man he really is?” Killian growls back.
Storm just shakes his head in denial, gets up and storms back out of the room.
“Moving on,” Rival mutters, “you actually could enrol here if you wanted to, Storm made them keep your place open, and since your test scores were so fucking high, they easily agreed.”
I feel a flicker of indecision come through the channels, and instead of pushing, I let him work through it. It doesn’t do anyone any good to push Kill, he just becomes even more stubborn.
“How long have you been here?” He asks me.
“This is my second day,” I reply.
“And someone has already come for you.” He mutters, not needing a reply.
“Killian, you can’t tell me that this doesn’t feel like where you’re supposed to be,” Reaper adds in, and the others nod.
It’s clear that they want him here as much as I do.
Before Killian can reply, his eyes swirl the red and gold flames spinning into an inferno.
“Whoa, what’s happening?” Loki asks.
“He’s having a vision,” I reply, confused as to why they don’t know that.
“They never used to look like that,” Rival explains, seeing my confused frown.
It only takes a couple of minutes for Kill to come out of, and he smirks, which is never a good sign, “Alright, I’ll stay. I might have to leave occasionally, the Crypt still needs me to run things occasionally, but Rhett has been taking over more duties the last few years since I was wallowing.”
“Crypt?” Storm mutters as he makes an appearance.
“Yeah.”
“They’re the deadliest and most feared sector of assassins. How are you even working for them before you’re twenty- five?” Rival asks.
“I’m not. I run them.”
Silence greets his statement, none of them knowing how to reply to that.
“We’ll talk more later,” Loki grins, hopping up and then moving to stand in front of Killian. “Right now, I want you to enrol officially. I’m not risking you changing your mind again.”
“You’re staying?” Storm asks, his face back to being the stoic mask, and Killian just nods in response before focusing back on Loki. He stands with a smile and pulls Loki in for a hug, which seems to shock him.
“It’s good to see you again.” He mutters before stepping back.
“That’s quite a scar,” Mayhem points out.
“You can thank Farren for that,” he grins, and the guys turn to me.
“What he got me too,” I defend, pulling down my top slightly and showing them all the scar just above my left boob.
“Supernaturals don’t scar,” Storm growls.
“And yet I’m covered in them,” I retort. “Go put a shirt on, Kill. Let’s get you enrolled.”
“I think that’s the first time you have ever asked me to put a shirt on,” he says, as he strides into my room.
“Don’t get used to it!” I yell after him.
“You guys have an interesting relationship,” Reaper mutters, not so subtly fishing for information.
“Yeah, we do,” I reply. I don’t really know how to answer what he’s asking me.
I don’t know what Killian and I are in relationship terms. I don’t even know if there’s a definition for what we are to each other.
We’re more than friends, closer than lovers, but not even lovers in the true sense of the word.
I can tell you this though, he is mine, and I am his.
I stopped trying to figure it out a long time ago. Like many things, it is what it is.
“I see,” Reaper replies, even though I didn’t really say anything, and a sheen of sadness covers his eyes before he gets rid of it.
“We still need to know what happened in the gym,” Storm demands.
I sigh, he’s not going to let this go, and I guess that’s fair. I can answer this one thing I think, “My strongest gift is with the Void.”
“I guessed that. Why didn’t you tell the headmaster, though, something to hide?” He replies snarkily.
“Yes, actually, I can use it in ways that no one before ever has. From what I can tell from my research, Void users do just that they use it like any gift. But for me it’s more than that, it’s a part of who I am.
She shares more with me every time I use the Void to heal me, but it always comes at a price.
” I explain, feeling nervous. This is the sort of information that they could use against me.
“What’s the price?” Reaper asks curiously.
“Two things,” Killian answers, coming out with an old t-shirt on and answering for me, “the first is pain, when it heals her, she feels everything, and from what she’s described, it feels like liquid fire running through her veins every single time.”
The others look at me in horror, and I shrug, I actually don’t mind that. Pain I am more than used to. I can’t tell them that now though. That would open a whole new can of worms.