Chapter 39
Milo
Fuck my head hurts. Blinding white pain lances from the backs of my eyes through to the top of my spine. Sitting cross-legged on Garrick’s bed, I push my palms into my eye sockets in an attempt to ease the pressure.
They’re trying to access my mind. I’m shaking with the effort to hold them out, they’re so much stronger now they’re here.
Wyatt sits beside me, one hand gently stroking my back. The warmth of his touch grounds me as another dizzying wave of pain sends tremors across my body.
“Tell me how I can help, Sweetheart.” His voice is soft, and he sounds distant.
I shake my head slowly, my brain still rattling from the movement.
There’s nothing he can do. Although, I’m glad he’s here and that my secret is finally out in the open.
I just hope that Tacita comes back without injury from the battle clearly being fought right now with the clashing and shouting coming from outside.
Wyatt is antsy, I can tell he wants to go and help take out some of the Angels himself. But he hasn’t moved from my side since Garrick and our girl left.
The pain eases as the most recent wave recedes and I’m able to lift my head and seek my boyfriend's eyes. They’re laced with concern, but also something else, something warm.
“Thank you,” I manage to tell him with a herculean effort.
His brows pinch. “What do you have to thank me for?”
Is he kidding?
Swallowing slowly, I try to relax my throat enough so that I can speak again. “Everything.”
Wyatt pulls me into him more, his forehead landing gently against mine. One hand gently sweeping up and over my scalp, his fingers carding through my hair.
“I love you, Milo. You don’t have to thank me for anything.”
His words wash over my skin, bury deep into my flesh and take root. My throat constricts once more, stealing my voice so I have to lean back slightly to sign instead.
“I love you too.”
His beaming smile makes the pain I’m currently in worth it. The last few weeks with him and Tacita have been intense and fast but seeing as we’ve been together for most hours of every day, I guess it makes sense that we would form a deep connection this quickly.
I don’t want to imagine a life without them.
You’d think I’d be jaded to love and letting people in. With my history, I don’t think anyone would be surprised, but it's the opposite. I have always simply wanted people I can call family. And hopefully we all make it out of this to live out our happily ever after.
“Aaarrggh.” Another wave crests through my mind, sending my head burying into the base of Wyatt’s neck, the crook where his neck meets his shoulder.
I hear their voices this time. Commands to open for them, to let them in. To show them more.
Wyatt’s arms envelop me, along with his scent.
My cat snarls within my chest, the beast growing more furious at being debilitated like this.
But it is the power which was released with awakening my demonic side that is bolstering my mind against the Angels now.
It’s fortifying the walls I’ve managed to build against them.
With a deep breath, I shove hard against the pressure in my head, winning against them once more but at a cost. This time I’m left lightheaded and my fingers feel tingly as I clamp my jaw against the bile rising from my stomach.
“I got you,” Wyatt soothes, rubbing my back once more.