BLOOD LEGACIES

"Is it you Noah? You were like an uncle to me growing up but I don’t know what I will do if you’re responsible..."

The air is stagnant and the blackness enveloping it is enough to make someone sweat and think about their life choices. The chills it brings to the bones like each of them cracking from an invisible force and leaving you defenseless. The heaviness of the body drives through you leaving you paralyzed. The air you inhale feels searing and hellish. This was all Dace’s aura unleashing like the very devil itself.

All those times his aura felt like it was too much to bear was just a glimpse of it, right now the engine was on a full drive enough to make a sane man go insane. And wailed in their heads as the horrors were unleashed.

But is it weird I find solace in it? I find solace in the intimating aura enough to take your life. It caresses my skin like warmth and gentleness, instead of dread and terror. I don’t feel terror shocking my bones, instead, I feel the sweetness embracing my very body like it’s a part of me. I feel at one with it and I feel like I can control how it affects me too.

It’s the strangest feeling ever, it was never like this in the past either and it makes us wonder how deep our bond was woven, how tight it forged after what happened between us like we completed a ritual together and both blood, heart, soul, body and mind was one.

I was no foolish woman and I knew without doubt our lost bond has been reforged, maybe stronger than ever which only makes it more terrifying.

"Why would I go through the trouble of ruining my own daughter’s engagement when I know it means everything to her?" Noah speaks, keeping his eyes locked on mine. I was seated in Dace’s seat which was equivalent to a throne and the glare in his eyes told me I wasn’t fit for it.

But I sat still and comfortably, my arms resting on the armrest of the majestic chair. My legs crossed and my sitting position was nothing but conviction and reality. Maybe I was meant to take this seat as much as it belongs to Dace, it belongs to me too. Five years were ripped away from us not by choice but by mistake and many times I think of what could have happened if we remained together but I was done making assumptions of what not. It was time to accept the truth, my truth, and Dace’s truth knowing he would never let me go and vice versa.

It scares me and yet it brings tingles to my body. Can I protect this simple attraction from turning into something that will mark me permanently? I haven’t gotten the answer to that question yet and I hope it favors me.

"And everything to your house, " Dace said, and hearing his deep voice caused a vibration in my body. "That was the reason she chose me and the reason why she is unfit to be my lioness. A lioness is someone passionate about her people not just by greed" he brought his eyes to me. "Even a vampire... even as he hates me, she saved Diana’s life without a thought, even if it means taking away her freedom"

I don’t know which got my heart speeding, Dace’s admiration, or Kael’s look of acknowledgment and respect in his gaze. His amber eyes flashed at mine. Boris was one of shock and no doubt a hint of fascination.