afternoon, on her way home from lunch, she had been raped by a full satyr who had been stalking her in the woods near the park she frequented on her breaks. Most of the twinsâ physical genetics came from her attacker, which both of the boys hated. Their magic primarily came from their mother, who was an elemental sprite.
They were similar to nymphs, but more broad in their magical abilities. Each twin had received one element of the six their mother could control, and their father had chosen one of them to keep the legacy of the Fates alive in the family. Somehow, he had taken a part in their conception despite all logic pointing to it being impossible. Anj wished he could tell his brother, so badly. It would help his brotherâs self-esteem so much.
His eyes opened, but he couldnât see much besides a small, fuzzy sliver of light pouring in through his window between the curtains. Anjâs blindness wasnât complete and total darkness all of the time. If there was a strong enough light source, he could see the contrast of light against dark. The benefit to being born with magic was using it to do things he wouldnât have been able to do naturally, like seeing.
When he felt Jewlâs body lying next to his, he couldnât resist the temptation to use his spell for sight. Maybe it was creepy of him, but he loved to watch her sleep. The peacefulness that surrounded her and her natural beauty were amazing to behold.
As soon as the spell began, he had to turn it off because it gave him a headache. Frowning with disappointment, he rolled onto his back so he could stretch before pulling her close into his arms again and closing his eyes once more. Despite her being under his bedcovers and him on top of them, he was able to get a pretty firm grip on her body.
It all really happened. I didnât dream the whole thing up. Jewl was actually kidnapped by Lucien. He tried to steal her Divine heritage, tried to kill her. I used all of my magic trying to save her. And now he had to wait for it to regenerate before he could use it again. Running himself completely dry tended to make it take at least two days to recover to full strength. At least Iâm home, and there wonât be classes again for two weeks.
Jewl stirred in his arms and moved to get out of the bed, but he held her tighter, not wanting to let her go after almost losing her completely. She still smelled like blood and sweat. He hated the scent of blood especially. It made his stomach turn â even more so when he thought how badly she had been hurt by Lucien.
âDo you want me to pee in your bed?â Jewl asked quietly, but with a hint of agitation in her tone.
Anj couldnât help but laugh. âThat would be one way to mark your territory.â After their crazy night in the underworld, it was hard to let her out of his presence, but he knew he had to let her go. Once he was positive she was unharmed from Lucien's attempted theft of her magic, he left her so she could get ready for the day. He made breakfast.
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Chapter Two
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Zes could get used to falling asleep next to Cheyenne every night and having her be there again when he woke in the morning. The curves of her body fit perfectly within his arms. He especially loved the way she curled into him as she slept, and every time he moved, she would move with him as if her body subconsciously needed him. The term making love finally made sense to him now because he certainly felt loved. He never wanted it to fade.
Yes, everything was moving fast, but it was right. It had to be. The two had been through so much together. Heâd nearly died when Lucien kidnapped them and brought them to the underworld. Cheyenne had had the chance to run at Zesâs expense, but she chose to save him. The demons had hurt him, tortured him actually, and without her help, they would have taken everything further. It cost her more than just her life to save him. Sheâd sold
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