Chapter twenty seven

As Talia stormed out, Her determined expression faltered. Her eyes fell to the guard from before, He was pissed and she was insane. She needed space to rein the rage. The tingling feeling rushed through her body as she stormed through the torch-lit corridor, towards her room. The flames from the torches went haywire the second she passed by them, Some turning bright blue whilst some burning brighter and hotter. Her wonky abilities still seemed to be dangerous but Persephone did not seem to mind that. If gods could be murdered, Persephone’s death would be justice to the universe. She reached the room and barged through the coral doors and slamming it shut so hard she heard it make a cracking sound. The rage was intensifying and so was her broken gift. The stone floors suddenly began to sprout sunflowers. Wonky or not, Talia knew very well that the goddess had meant to suppress her powers but something told her, She only made it more destructive. Or maybe it was not even the Fae side wreaking the havoc. She was turning eighteen soon and that only meant her god powers would keep getting stronger. She stilled right down to her bed and picked up the spellbook. The things she had managed to extract from the goddess was that two major gods were responsible for her salvation and of course, god abilities being almost impossible to dampen. It was stupid for her to consider it but Talia wondered if she could channel her god abilities to perform the teleportation spell. Strange how she needed the powers she had never for once considered to be hers.

A soft knock sounded.

Who could it be? Talia suspected it must be a Fae or witch from the alchemist room. Not taking any chances, She kept her little secret hidden under the bed before getting up to answer.

Talia stopped at the door, slowly opening. Her gaze danced upwards. Solomon. Her heart shut down and she suddenly felt a massive swirl tear through her. Fear.

“Hey.” She managed.

“I was looking for you at the alchemist room but you were not there. You should know you cannot skip important things.”

“Just get to the point Solomon!” Talia brusquely said, biting herself for snapping at him.

“Okay,” The werewolf frowned. “I figured you might be spooked out considering what happened last night. I just wanted to make sure you were fine.”
Saying that, Solomon tried to prop his way inside but Talia planted her hands harder against the door.

“Spooked out?” She repeated. It more like a mutter. “I almost murdered you, Solomon! And here you are acting like nothing serious happened. I… cannot do this. I was a threat to you and that is not something you can just push out of your mind in a day. I want us to just stay away from each other until I can figure it all out. Trust me, It is for the best.“

What was she even saying? Talia wanted nothing but to hug him. She was happy he was alright and that whatever she did had not made him a vargulf or even worse, dead. She felt trapped. Like the being was still control. Whatever creature now inhabited her, It had a habit.

Solomon sighed a long one. For a second, Talia thought he would not reply. That he would just walk out of the room but then his eyes darkened, and his voice dropped as he spoke, “ It is not always about you Fae. Here he was trying his best to make you feel better but you hurt him more than you will ever know.” Solomon’s now orange eyes narrowed. “Maybe you deserve all the bad luck coming your way.”

It was not Solomon. Solomon had crawled into his safe space. It was his wolf talking. The heartfelt speech his wolf gave ripped out the swirling emotion and Talia felt her ‘real’ self return. Her stomach dropped.

“I am…” Before she could even complete the words, her door was slammed in her face.

Talia remained ever close to the coral door, focusing only on her own breathing. Could being a succubus have also granted her a not so appreciated personality? Another knock followed and Talia hurriedly yanked the door open believing it was Solomon. She was ready to apologize, pour it all out to him.

“I am sorry. Something is up with me but it does not give me…”

Talia stopped, feeling an ache course through her body. It was not Solomon. She did not have to stare into the fellow’s face to know it was.

“I am not Solomon.” He said softly. The voice was enchanting. It reeled her in even when she did not want to. It was commanding, powerful, and impossible to break. She looked into his electric blue eyes and instantly felt vulnerable. This time, It was not the blasted swirl of emotions. It was Talia Trueborn being all putty for the stunning god in front of her.

“Sorry…”

“Why are you apologizing?’

“I don’t know,” She confessed. “I just pushed away my friend and I am kind of watching what I am saying.”

Denys’s blue gaze bore into her and she could not bring herself to do it. The weight of it all was killing her and she wished to pour it all out. But she also recalled she was on enemy’s territory. The nice god in front of her was still Persephone’s son.

“We all do that sometimes. If he is your friend, I am sure he will forgive you.”

“Yeah… I don’t know about that.” She mumbled to herself. She flicked a look of despair at Denys who just stood there awkwardly staring at her. She had not considered asking him why he was here. The moment he darted in, All she had done was push her predicament on him in a bid to lighten her burden. In many ways, Solomon’s wolf was right, She did sometimes make it all about her.

“So, why are you here?” She inquired, losing her grip on the door to appear more inviting.

“I went by the alchemist room and did not see you there. I was worried.”
He was worried? A mischievous smile curled its way up to her lips. Nope! She was doing it again. Being soft pudding for someone far beyond her league. She had to remind herself,” Pure evil and manipulation could not skip a generation.”

“Thanks for the concern but I am fine. I just needed to get my head around things.” Talia replied, returning him a polite smile.

“Good to know.” He smiled back, Combing through his lustrous chestnut hair. Even such a simple thing was divine to look at. It set fire to her blood and a devastating need within her. What followed was a lapse of silence and the stories their hearts seemed to tell.

Denys cleared his throat, shoving his hands into his pocket. “Well, I should be going.” He went silent for another minute before adding his usual warning. “And please do not do anything crazy. If your stay is getting unbearable, I am always here.”

He cared. Talia could tell that much. But could he also tell she wanted nothing to do here? All she wanted was to be home with her mother. That boring life she chose to escape from did not even seem like a lifelong personal prison anymore. She should tell him now, everything. She wanted him to notice and maybe ask. So she could spill it all out. But he did not ask. He flashed her another warm smile and turned to go.

It is now or never Talia, She thought. He did just say he was going to help if she wanted to do something completely insane.

“I need your help.” She said.

She did not mean too. What if he was only a rat for his mother? He seemed to dote on her a lot. Talia clenched unto all the negatives to burn down the fluttering in her heart even to the point that she put a mental reminder in her brain that this was Persephone’s son and she was only putting her heart in a hearse. It did not work.

“What is it?” He asked, eager to fulfill her demand.

Talia stared at him in long seconds, pondering if she could trust him before she decided to fuck it all and go for it. She went over to her bed and retrieved the book. “My mother sent this book to me. I think she was sending me a message. To teleport out of here or something but I could not do it. Your mother dampened my magic. I was going to try again using divine magic but I have decided to put your words to the test.”

“And that would be to?”

“Send a message from me to my mother in the Greenlands.”

His gaze darted down to her book then back to her. Talia swore she could smell his reluctance. Too bad she had high…

“What do you want to tell her?”

“That I am very alive, that I will be back soon and that I love her.” She said quickly, happy that he even considered it.

“I will try to visit tomorrow,” Denys promised.

Filled with the ecstasy of what he had just said, Talia jumped on him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him close. It was quick and shocking, even for her. She fluttered at the feeling of her body pressed against his. Just as she tried to break the hug, His big, strong hands wrapped around her body. The world around her melted at his electric touch and for the longest time, Talia never wanted it to end.