CHAPTER THIRTEEN
– SEVRIN –
Hearing Triton voice those words ignites pure rage to fill my veins. My arm pulls back and without thinking twice I forcefully plant my fist into the fucker’s face.
“You don’t get to decide about my woman. She’s mine to protect, along with those souls inside her womb.” Anger keeps building inside me with each word.
The sound of the sea is filling my ears, and it’s a soothing sound I welcome, knowing it powers my abilities.
My voice is thick when I snatch Triton by the throat and easily lift him off the floor. “I’ll have your head for your betrayal.”
“He discussed it with me first, Prez. There was no betrayal. We made a split-second decision for the greater good.” I hear my VP, but the anger inside me is still building.
A thin stream of water launches in Karev’s direction. A hellhound might be able to shift damn fast, but he doesn’t have a chance to so much as think before I cut off his air supply. He claws at his throat, which is useless because his fingers glide straight through the water.
“They are my blood,” I roar. “Any decision others make about what’s mine is fucking betrayal unless it comes from me or my old lady.”
Both Karev and Triton don’t have a reply. Mostly due to me strangling them, along with suppressing their powers. Triton might have powerful magic, but Karev is a three-headed hellhound on the verge of shifting.
The rage tearing through me, the struggling men in front of me, pure havoc is suddenly flipped to utter calm. The quiet surrounding me compares to the sea on a sun filled day.
“We all need to take a breath.” Fosca’s voice is as soft as the sunlight bouncing on waves.
The stream I had wrapped around Karev’s neck is gone, and Triton is sitting on his ass while Fosca and I are locked in a dome.
“You stopped me,” I mutter, stunned how she’s able to shift everything with what felt like a snap of her fingers.
No wonder I felt the warmth of the sea, the calm within the storm. It was her.
“Yeah, well...you went a teensy bit overboard with your friends.” I’m about to flip my shit again when she shoves her hand palm up in my face.
“I’m not saying your point of view was wrong.
What I mean is the fact that we all need to sit down and freaking talk.
Then we’ll whip Triton’s ass because the fucker tried to do something without my consent. ..or yours for that matter.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes for a heartbeat to stay calm when I say, “This goes way past being rattled or getting a little upset, Fosca. He tried to bind the power of our unborn children inside your belly. Who knows about the consequences, and all of this without our knowledge, consent, under false pretenses and shit.”
“All the more reason for us to ask why before you can continue to strangle them,” she snaps. “Because something tells me your biker buddies wouldn’t do such a thing.”
My mind is still stuck on the fact that she’s completely reasonable. Maybe it’s because I indeed am a bit shocked and didn’t expect this from my “biker buddies.”
“Fine,” I grumble.
“Oh, thank fuck,” Karev states with a weird tone to his voice.
My gaze goes over Fosca’s shoulder and I now see why Karev sounds strange.
“Babe?” The corner of my mouth twitches. “You’re an excellent student.”
Fosca snorts. “I’m pretty sure it’s the bond. Ever since we had sex it’s like you uploaded a manual along with your sperm hitting bull’s-eye.”
“Could we cut the shit and start talking? You should really hear Triton out, and this is really uncomfortable,” Karev pleads.
Karev and Triton are both wrapped like a mummy in streams of water continuing to move around them. Their bodies are like a statue, held captive from the shoulders down.
“Oh, we can start talking.” I grin before adding, “But for sure as fuck are you two assholes staying just like this.”
In fact, let’s make this a bit more interesting. I slowly curl my fingers to make the streams holding them tighten. Triton groans while Karev is glaring at me.
“For fuck’s sake, Triton. Tell him what you told me,” Karev grits.
All eyes turn to Triton when the man releases a deep sigh.
“Fine. I’ve been researching stuff ever since I touched her thoughts.
From old history books to Roman mythology, legends, and everything in between when it comes to Neptune and his wife Salacia.
You’re descendants of these Gods. There might not be similarities between you, except for the powers you inherited from their bloodline.
Now, the whole twist of Salacia running off and Neptune sending a dolphin to find her and all?
” Triton glances at Fosca. “What was your friend again? Was she for, or against the bond?”
“What the fuck, Triton?” I growl. “I didn’t even know this Zara friend of hers until after I met her through Fosca.”
Triton shakes his head. “You’re missing the point here, Prez.
Similarities yet the path of life is different.
Evolution at its finest. Now, you two have had the odds against you since other siblings were in line way before you two.
Which leads me to a fragment of a legend only mentioned once. Omnipotentes dei Neptuni.”
The fucker falls silent and my patience is running thin.
“Well? Do go on because I’m still pissed as fuck and don’t hear anything that has made me change my mind about ripping your damn head off,” I snap.
“Twins conceived from direct descendants. All-powerful Gods of the sea, ocean, fresh water, horses...all of it, and then some...if they lived.”
“What do you mean, if they lived?” Fosca flicks her hand to release the hold on the water.
It quickly dissolves into thin air, exactly the way we extract the water from our surroundings when we need it.
“Like I said, a fragment of a legend because there was nothing more I could find about it. Meaning...”
My fingers curl into fists when I cut him off by finishing the sentence myself, “They were never born.”
“No,” Fosca gasps, places a protective hand over her belly and steps back.
Sneaking my arm around her, I pull her against my body. The urge to protect her roars loudly inside my bones. Fosca places her cheek against my bare pecs and grips my denim vest.
I cup the back of her neck and hold her close when I ask, “What were you about to do when you reached for her temple?”
“Mentally chant a protection spell to put a shield in her bloodstream. I hoped it would block out the existence of the twins to the outside world, and it might protect the twins from harm. Though, it probably won’t last long with those boys growing fast and strong.
She’ll be sporting a belly in two months, making the pregnancy a dead giveaway. ”
Shit. When the fucker puts it this way it does sound like a sane option.
Fosca pushes away from me and spins to face Triton. “What the hell do you mean with sporting a belly in two freaking months? That’s impossible.”
“Gotta let go of the human standards, doll.” Triton grins. “You’re carrying Gods. They tend to develop differently than humans or supernatural beings, for that matter.”
“Holy shit,” Fosca mutters.
“Nothing holy about them,” Karev states.
“All-powerful? Yeah. It’s why I supported Triton’s suggestion to bind their powers for now.
Even if it only buys us the time where no one can tell you’re pregnant yet.
Because I’m not liking the mere minimum mention of the legends.
All-powerful doesn’t sound very appealing, nor is the potential offspring of that asshole right there.
..’cause they’re gonna be pain in the ass fuckers.
Not just one. Fuckin’ twins, twice the bullheaded bastards running around here. ”
“Hey,” I snap. “Those are my kids you’re talking about.”
Fosca’s fingers wrap around my wrist and I glance down to let our gaze collide.
She gives me a sad smile. “It’s why he mentioned it. They both made the decision to give our children a chance to be born.”
Or take them out before those powerful Gods have a chance to be thrown into this world, my mind offers. Though, when I look at both Karev and Triton? I know they wouldn’t kill off unborn children before they even had a chance to live.
I swallow hard and nod. “Thank you.”
“Just one more thing, before you touch my temple and do whatever you had in mind.” Fosca wrings her hands. “You won’t take away their powers? It’s like you mentioned, some kind of shield through my bloodstream? It wouldn’t hurt them at all?”
Triton shakes his head. “It won’t hurt them, it would just hide their powers. Contain them inside your body. You would still be able to use your own powers.”
“And the memory? The reason why you wanted to touch my temple? Would it still be possible to match a memory with the handprint to see if the genie is Asra’s daughter? Or was that part a lie so you could put the shield in place for the twins?” Fosca asks.
Triton shakes his head. “It wasn’t a lie. I was going to do both at the same time.”
Fosca nods and steps forward. “Then let’s do both.”