mother and daughter. Kenna had gone as far as dying her hair to hide.
We were finally getting somewhere. She was opening up to me and I definitely didn’t want to mess this up.
Suddenly, Kenna turned her eyes to me. To my surprise, she didn’t look mad or suspicious, merely curious. “And who are you?”
I inhaled deeply. How much could I tell her? How much should I tell her? She was involved in all of this, I was sure, but what if I brought her in deeper, and the gods punished me? Punished her?
“I’m a warrior, sent here on a mission,” I started, hoping I wouldn’t overwhelm her with everything. “I don’t have details of my mission, but I have a strong feeling that you’re connected to it.”
Her brows curled down. “You don’t have the details of your mission? What does that mean?”
“That I have to figure out by myself what my mission is and what to do.” Even to my ears, that explanation sounded insane, but it was the fucking truth.
“And why do you think I’m connected to it?”
I pointed to the list of visions. “Every time I touch you, I see what feels like memories. Old memories, from centuries ago.” I reached under my shirt and pulled the necklace with the ring on it. “And you knew about this. I don’t know how, but you knew I had it.”
She stared at the ring. Slowly, she stepped closer to me and reached for it. The moment she touched it, a jolt of energy coursed through me, shaking my insides. Kenna slipped the ring on her finger and it fit perfectly.
“I don’t know how I knew about it,” she whispered, admiring the ring on her finger. “But it calls to me. Almost like …”
She didn’t finish her sentence, so I did. “Like it’s ours.”
Her eyes lifted and fixed on mine. Fuck, when did she get so close to me? If I raised my arm, I could wrap it around her waist. If I leaned down, I could easily kiss her. My gaze flickered to her pink lips. I really wanted to fucking kiss her.
Whatever was between us wasn’t a simple connection. I knew it. I felt it. And I was dying to explore it.
Lowering my guard, I brought my hand up and cupped her cheek. Kenna leaned into my touch, as if this was something forbidden she couldn’t have, but she wanted it anyway. By the gods, she was so beautiful, and her scent was really making me mad.
“Kenna,” I whispered, lowering my mouth to hers.
The doorbell rang.
Kenna jumped away from me, losing her balance as her finger snatched on the ring. The necklace pulled with the force, but then her finger slipped and she almost fell back. I reached for her, but she caught her footing and raised her hands, warding me off. “It’s fine,” she said, her voice hoarse. Her gaze turned downcast. “I’m okay. Go get the door.”
Right. The door. “What about you?”
“I …” She shook her head once, then met my gaze again. Whatever moment we had just shared was gone, and cold, guarded Kenna was back. “I should go home.”
I didn’t like it. There was too much for us to talk about, to figure out. Not to mention that I still really wanted to kiss her. But before I could protest, the doorbell rang again.
I nodded. “You know the way out.”
Reluctantly, I backed away from the room and went downstairs. I heard as Kenna climbed down the stairs and made her way to the back of the house.
With a heavy sigh, I opened the front door.
A middle-aged woman smiled at me. “Hello there.” She offered me a flyer of some new church in town. “Would you be interested in—?”
“No,” I snapped, slamming the door in her face.
I scoffed. Of course it had to be something about God and church to interrupt Kenna and me. Because why not? The fucking gods had a dry sense of humor.
Past
Devon
Things between Devon and Kianna didn’t go back to normal right away, though their connection deepened with their shared secret. Devon was careful around her, always making sure she was all right, and that she had no doubts of how much he cared about her, that he was there for her any minute, any second of the day.
On a beautiful spring day, Devon told Kianna he had to go to the village, to do something related to who he was. He didn’t elaborate on it, and he was thankful that Kianna