Shattering The Void (The Ether Chronicles #5)

12. Theo

Theo

The kitchen smells like butter and coffee. Jace is at the stove flipping pancakes, talking over his shoulder to Rhett who’s nursing coffee at the table. Seth leans against the counter by the window, quiet like he’s been since we got here.

The spatula clanks against the pan. Rhett mutters something about burnt butter. And then the vision hits me without warning—pleasure, feeding, connection. Her Ether surging outward. It’s—

“Oh fuck.”