Destiny Gift (The Everlast Trilogy) - By Juliana Haygert Page 0,90
held on to my curiosity.
The Fate faced me. “Yes?”
Instead, I asked, “What about Morgan?”
“Morgan’s destiny is set.” She turned away. “Rest, child.” Her words were carried out by the wind. “We’ll be back soon.”
The Fates walked toward the darkness at the back of the island until they disappeared.
Even hurt and bleeding, Micah looked down at me, a grin on his pale face. “Alone at last.”
***
The wind blew strong and cold, and I shivered. I kept my gaze glued to the spot where I had last seen the Fates until Micah shuddered against me.
“Let’s get you inside.” I helped him turn around and we slowly inched to the cottage.
Like the Fates’ house in the woods, this one was small and simple, with almost no furniture and no electronics. In the living room, the fireplace was lit. It would have been nice to stand there and warm up, but I had to drop Micah somewhere first.
Past a narrow doorway, we found a short corridor with four doors, two closed and two opened.
I pointed toward the door closest to us. “This one.”
Slowly, we made it inside the bedroom and I helped him lay on the bed. He was pale and some of the wounds had stopped bleeding, but now he was covered in dried blood and dirty. I took a few towels from the common bathroom off the corridor, wet some, then went back to the bedroom and sat beside him.
“I feel loved,” he joked with eyes closed, but smiling.
I dabbed the wet towel over his wounds, trying to focus on them and not on the muscles underneath them. “Shut up.”
For some reason, it hadn’t dawned on me that he was a god yet. After all we lived through, it was hard picturing him coming up with evil plans, helping Imha, and running around killing people. Wasn’t that what the god of death did? I shuddered.
Trying to lighten the mood, I said, “So, the raven is yours. Did you have to send it to scare the hell out of me?”
He chuckled, coughed, and then grunted in pain.
Not the answer I expected. “Sorry, don’t answer it.”
“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I knew you were special … because of your aura. So I sent it to watch over you … in case something happened.”
Understandable, but still a little creepy. If I had known it was his bird, I would have been flattered, not scared all of those times.
“Did you know you were special?” I asked before I could think and I felt heat on my cheeks when the corner of his lip tugged up. “I meant, did you know you were a …?” I couldn’t bring myself to say it aloud. I swallowed and tried again with a different word. “Did you know you were Mitrus?”
He pursed his lips. “No. I mean, I knew something wasn’t right. I knew I was different, but I had no idea this shit went this far.” He tsked. “It all makes sense now. After I killed those men in Israel, I accessed some part of my past, of my true soul, and some of my power seeped in. That’s why I could repel bats, why I liked the dark, and how I could see auras.”
“Yes, it makes sense,” I repeated, trying to absorb all the info. There were a million more questions I wanted to ask him, but I had no idea how to phrase them.
When I passed the towel over the cut on his eyebrow, he held my hand and opened his eyes to look at me. “Thank you.” He turned my palm over and kissed my wrist. A shiver started where his lips touched my skin, and ran up my arms. My heart lurched.
Quickly, I pulled my arm away. “You’re too weak. You need to eat something.”
“I don’t … think I can eat anything right now.” He closed his eyes again and inhaled deeply. “I just want to sleep.”
Trying to make no sound to disturb him, I tiptoed out of the bedroom and closed the door. In the bathroom I found a first aid kit. I picked it up and sat on the beaten loveseat in the living room with intentions to clean my wounds, take some Tylenol, and then find something to eat.
However, my eyelids felt too heavy. I gave in and closed my eyes for a second, relaxing my back on the loveseat and willing the sleep away.
***
I woke up on a squeaky twin bed. Confused, I looked around.