Bride of the Sea (The Prophecy of Sisters #2) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,113
his blue light does explode all around us. I gasp at the beauty that surrounds us as I attempt to catch my breath.
“What does it mean? All of the light?” I ask, when it doesn’t disappear right away.
Aaric gently rolls off of me and lies down next to me. “I don’t know, fagr. This is our magic, yours. I have no idea what it means, but it only happens when we’re together. Never when I’m without you.”
Pressing my lips together, I turn to my side facing him. Reaching out, I touch his chest. Like my touch alone is the sole reason this happens, the glowing light sucks back into his talisman. I screech, pulling my hand away as if it is on fire.
Aaric chuckles, reaching for me, and pulls me against his side. “That was so weird.”
He hums, touching his lips to mine. “You are magic. You need to hone it, control it, learn to accept it with Runa.”
“I guess,” I breathe.
“Let’s get in the water, let its warmth relax and soothe us. Tomorrow our travels begin and Bunafi is no short distance. It will be a rough journey.”
“Okay.”
I position my back against his front in the water. He extends his thighs, his hands wrapping around my waist. Laying my head back against his chest, I lift my hand and wrap my fingers around the side of his throat.
“Hvíla, Liv,” he rasps.
Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh as I curl against him. I try to relax, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep. I’m going to see my sister soon, I’m going to be on the sea again. But most importantly, I’m going to be with my husband, a man who truly does love me.
AARIC
There is a soft knock on the door. Looking down, I am glad to see that Liv is asleep. She slept in my arms in the hot springs last night. I picked her up and carried her home, leaving our garments there next to the water.
Slipping from beneath her body, I grab my hides from the floor, tugging them up my legs before I take the wooden block from the door and open it.
Runa stands on the other side, wearing her undergarment and thick warm fur wrapped around her. Shifting out of the room, I close the door behind me.
“What is it?” I demand on a harsh whisper.
She nods her head once, lifting her gaze to meet mine. “He is here. I can sense him,” she says.
“Who?” I demand.
She licks her lips, her gaze flicking to the side, then back to meet mine. “The völva. I haven’t seen him, but his presence, it woke me immediately.”
“What do I do?” I demand. “I will not have him harm my dróttning.”
Runa’s eyes flick up to meet mine. “He will not harm her. I have put a protective spell surrounding her and the babe. It is impenetrable. He is strong, but he took me off guard, I am stronger.”
“I want him. I want to end him. I want to send his soul to Wylo,” I growl, speaking of the God of the Underworld.
I know that he is probably angry with me for sending one of his demons back to him. This is the perfect opportunity to send him a fresh soul to torture.
Runa’s lips turn up into a grin. “He will use magic on you, at least he will try,” she warns. Then she laughs softly. “But I will not allow it. As long as I am near, he will not be able to kill you with his dark magic.”
“Assuredly?” I ask.
She nods. “I am not always good, Aaric. I do know some of the dark spells, that darkness lurks deep inside all of us. If I need to use it to protect you, Liv, and this kingdom, I will not hesitate.”
“You are a good woman, Runa,” I point out.
She dips her chin. “We must ready. He approaches soon.”
“Meet me right here immediately,” I demand.
Without a word, we turn from one another and go back into our perspective rooms. I quickly change and prepare for the battle. Liv is watching me by the time I strap my weapons to my hips.
“Aaric?” she asks sleepily.
“Do not worry,” I grind out.
She shakes her head as she slips from the bed. “Well, now I will without a doubt, tell me,” she demands.
It is a demand and yet it is still soft and sweet as is her way. She dresses quickly, turning her back to me to button