Chapter 113 Rohak
Chapter One Hundred Thirteen
Rohak
“FAYLINN!” A guttural, anguished scream rent from my chest, roaring above the noises of the battle around us. Her eyes snapped to mine, a plea in them that I didn’t take the time to decipher. I simply sprinted in her direction.
No. No, not her. Anyone but her.
It was a selfish thought, but not one I would ever rescind.
Faylinn was mine, and I’d just gotten her fully. But I was a greedy man, and I wanted more. I wanted every sunrise and every sunset with her. I wanted years upon years, babies and grandbabies, hopes and fears, tears and dreams.
I wanted it all, and I was watching it slip through my fingers like smoke, unable to do anything more than run.
My breath came in labored pants that burned my lungs. My legs pumped hard, my footing slipping occasionally on the wet ground beneath. Still, I pressed on.
Solace’s gaze met mine next, and the malice within had my blood running cold and gait faltering.
There was nothing compassionate left in her, truly embodying her name: Goddess of Lies. She flashed her teeth at me in a smile that was more a challenge than anything, as she pulled Faylinn up by the hair.
The motion churned my gut.
But what plummeted my heart further was Faylinn’s expression.
My love didn’t even struggle. Didn’t move to try and dislodge Solace’s grip on her curls, didn’t attempt to fight back in any way. It was as if she’d resigned herself to her fate.
“NO!” I screamed again before switching to the Bond.
“You fight, Faylinn. You fight. I am coming, my love. I am—” My pleas cut off with the surefire signs that Faylinn was closing the Bond. I was close enough now that I could see the silver wetness in her eyes, the trembling of her chin.
“NO!” I roared. Faylinn physically flinched at the sound, the skin of her forehead tightening with the motion, but the Bond opened back up. “No,” I said softer. “Remember? I said don’t shut me out. Not ever again, my love.”
“I’m . . . we’re going to die, Rohak. You will feel it all.”
“Then let me be present with you as you pass. Where you go, I go. What you feel, I feel. We are one, Faylinn.”
Tears cascaded down her cheeks, creating paths of clean skin through the dirt and grime that marred her beautiful cheeks.
She truly was stunning; the most amazing and transcendently beautiful woman I’d ever met.
And she was mine, if only for a time.