On Wings of Chaos (Revenant Wyrd Book 5) by Travis Simmons Read Free Book Online Page B

said sheepishly. "I can feel it. Your mother's emotions changed your wyrd, giving you more of a link with the Ever After."
    "How do you know all of this?" Jovian asked.
    "By reading your wyrd," Maeven said.
    "So I'm like a book to you?" Jovian asked.
    "Your wyrd has flavors and scents to it that the animal side of me can read and interpret."
    Jovian shivered against Maeven. The kettle started to whistle. Jovian peeled himself out of the blankets and made a cup of chamomile tea for Maeven before climbing back into the warm cocoon with him.
    "Does that weird you out?" Maeven asked.
    "What?"
    "The animal side of me?"
    Jovian thought for a moment. "I guess it doesn't, not really. It’s shocking to see, but I can relate, given the dreams I've been having lately of growing wings of my own, and considering that in another life, I was an angel that could change into a wolf."
    "Dreams of becoming an angel?" Maeven asked. "Is this anything to do with the darkness growing in the west?"
    "You've heard about that?" Jovian asked, a little startled. "How many people know of this?"
    "There's room for debate on if it’s something that's actually happening or not," Maeven explained. "You know who Azra Akeed is?"
    Jovian nodded.
    "Apparently she thinks there’s a rising power in the west, a darkness like some angelic storm that is threatening to sweep over the realms if it’s not stopped. She thinks that's the reason for the attacks that have happened of late."
    Jovian remembered vividly the attack on Joya in the Spire of Night, and the attack on his home. But even before that, the attack of the old caustic lady the night that a possessed Grace showed up and fought Porillon in Greenwood.
    "I think there's something to what Azra says," Jovian admitted. There was a part of him, the side that was his mother, he presumed, that knew more about this. She could feel the darkness, in a way. The part of him that was still connected to his mother knew there was truth in what Azra said.
    "Would you care to explain?" Maeven asked, taking a drink of his tea.
    "Angelica and I have been dreaming of the Turquoise Tower," Jovian told him.
    "Angelica and you?" Maeven asked.
    "Yeah, since we’re connected through our mother. It's the dreams we've had of turning into angels. The Pale Horse is there, and this strange robed figure."
    Maeven tensed at the mention of the Pale Horse. Last time Jovian had talked about the Pale Horse, he’d died.
    "I know," Jovian said, accurately reading the rigidity of Maeven's body. "They’re just dreams, though."
    "What does Grace say?" Maeven asked.
    Jovian sighed. "That the dreams Angelica and I have are normally prophetic."
    Maeven took a deep breath and pulled Jovian closer to him, resting his prickly chin, thick with whiskers, on the younger man's shoulder. "I hope this one isn't."
    "But the dream is strange; it's like all of these half-breed angels have come there to burn away their humanity, like they’re called there, and their angelic side overrides the desire of their human blood. In his last one we had it seems like there’s about to be a war."
    "Anything else?" Maeven asked when Jovian grew silent.
    "That figure, the dark one with black wings. The black-winged half-breeds seem to pay homage to it."
    "Arael?" Maeven asked.
    "It seems familiar, though. . ."
    "Arael would seem familiar to your mother’s memories," Maeven said.
    "But it seems too delicate to be a guy."
    Maeven didn't answer.
    "Who knows?" Jovian sighed. "Just because the theme of the dream might come true, doesn't mean every nuance of it will, right?"
    "Let's hope not," Maeven whispered.
     
     

It was warm for a winter’s day, the kind of warm that made Aladestra long for spring. A balmy breeze fluttered the leaves and blossoms in the terracotta pots along the parapets of the Ivory Tower. When Smith Hudson had found her and insisted that they go over his harvest reports, since they hadn’t had time since the fall, she sighed with resignation and