Her panic plowed into him as she drove her fingers into her hair and turned away. âWhat am I going to do? Without my abilities, Iâm worthless.â
âWhy would you say that?â
She was going to cry. He felt it before even glimpsing the first glistening tear on her eyelashes. The sight of a woman or child crying wrecked him, but it was much worse because heâd caused her angst.
He pulled her close, keeping his hands on her shoulders. âIâm sorry, Kye. I take full responsibility. But in my defense, the Shadow has never done something against my will before. I wouldnât have taken a chance otherwise. But now that weâre bonded, the Shadow is growing stronger, its whispers more fervent.â
âWhat is it whispering?â
âIt wants me to throw you onto that bed, tear off your clothes, and take you. It wants to devour you. The worst part is, I donât know how much is the Shadow and how much is me.â He took in the swirl of mist in her eyes. âWhen I kissed you just now, you should have immediately shoved me away. You should be putting distance between us right now. But youâre drawn to it, too. And that is the most dangerous aspect of all.â
âIâ¦Iâll look through my notes and see if thereâs something that will give me a clue.â
He forced himself to open the door. Kye darted down the hallway toward the living room. By the time he got there, she was already at the door. Smart girl.
âIâll let you know if I find something,â she said, then gave Hayden a nod before leaving.
âDid it work?â Hayden asked when the door closed behind her.
âNo.â
âI wouldnât mind being bonded to her. Iâdâwhoa, dude. Your eyes went black for a second.â
Rage had roared through Kasabian at the flippant comment. He had no right to feel possessive of her. He rubbed his eyes. âItâs been a long night, an even longer morning.â Had his eyes really gone black? Somehow his feelings for Kye had given this thing inside him more power. It scared him.
Hayden was keeping a bit more distance between them now. âIâll do some quiet checking, see if I can find where your father is these days.â
âVery quiet. Heâs willing to kill children to attain his goal. That day we escaped, he struggled with whether to kill us. Maybe because I was his son. This time I guarantee he wonât hestitate.â
Chapter 5
K asabian closed the blinds, stripped off his shirt, and bowed as he Invoked his angel essence. Caidosâ wings were not made of feathers but an energy that resembled wings. That energy tore through his back like butcher knives, making him hiss with pain. Once the Transformation was complete, the Light pulsing inside him chased away the pain.
He straightened, focused on his father, and slammed up against the barrier again. Kasabian kept trying every few minutes throughout the day, exhausting himself with the effort. Finally he felt himself transport.
He arrived outside a residential entrance, the curved concrete walls bearing a discreet shell-shaped sign but no words. In those first few seconds after Leaping, he was invisible, long enough to pull in his wings in case anyone was standing nearby. But he left the shield and his wings in place as he surveyed the property in front of him. Down a long drive, he could see one of the old, Florida mansions. And coming up the drive was a black Mercedes. The gates began to open. Kasabian stood off to the side as the car drove out a few seconds later. He knew his father was inside, felt him, but he was more interested in the mansion at the moment. Kasabian slipped inside just before the gate clanged shut. Beyond the mansion, he spotted an assortment of smaller buildings. A salty breeze rustled the leaves, indicating that the ocean was nearby.
The air in front of him shimmered, and he felt the tightness in his gut as he neared the