Blind Warrior (The Weavers Circle #3) - Jocelynn Drake Page 0,92

that hard?” Grey still had his eyes closed.

Lucien rubbed his rag over Grey’s face, and he frowned.

“Really getting it in there.” Wiley winked at Cort, then pushed his glasses up with one finger.

Dane had his eyes closed, one hand holding the crystals and the other he’d placed on the side of Grey’s head. Even in the sunlight, Cort could see something shimmering around Dane’s hand, and his gut tightened into a knot.

“Shit!” Grey said suddenly as he slammed his hands over his eyes.

Cort rushed to him. “What is it? Is it working?”

“Opened my eyes. Sudden light is blinding.” Excitement threaded his voice even as it sounded pained.

“Keep your eyes covered and closed and slowly blink behind your hand,” Cort instructed, fighting hard to keep his voice calm and even when fear was stampeding through him.

Grey cried out, this time grabbing his head as he fell to his knees.

“Stop! It’s hurting him!” Cort grabbed Dane’s hands but Dane was already pulling away. Cort dropped to his knees and leaned into Grey, his hands on Grey’s shoulders. “What is it, baby?”

“The light just hit all at once—sent pain screaming through my head.”

“You’ll have to get used to it slowly. Do what I said and blink behind your hand.”

Grey did what he said, slowly lowering his hand until those slate-gray eyes focused on him and widened.

“You see me?” Cort asked, afraid to hope.

The grin that slowly stretched Grey’s lips was beautiful. “I do, and that’s not all I see.”

“What?” Cort brushed Grey’s hair from his forehead, amazed at the way the man was looking at him. Like he was some kind of surprising gift.

“I see a red ribbon around the two of us. Cort, you’re my soul mate.”

Cort’s heart stopped. He’d been so afraid to hope. It was soon, but his feelings for Grey were already stronger than anything he’d felt for anyone ever. “I’m your soul mate,” he whispered.

“You’re my soul mate, and you’re fucking gorgeous. I knew you would be.”

He didn’t know about that, but he couldn’t deny that Grey was staring at him like he was the most attractive man he’d ever set eyes on. It was wild knowing he could see him, and Cort let out a joyful laugh and pulled Grey into a hug, getting his clothes all wet, but he didn’t care. Grey’s arms wrapped around him, the man laughing with him.

Soon, all the Weavers were joining the hug until they had a big pile. Grey fell to the side under all the weight, but he was still laughing. Of course he was—he had his sight again. Cort fell with him, his body landing on top of Grey, who didn’t let him go. As everyone stood up, they continued to lay on the ground. Ruby, who must have wanted to join the party, began to bark and run around them. Cort shivered and realized Grey had to be freezing.

When the goddesses appeared, Cort wasn’t surprised. He got up and held a hand down to help Grey to his feet as the three women gathered around him, hugging and grinning.

“We knew you all could do it,” Willie said as she danced around happily. She had a huge, red flower in her hair. “This calls for a celebration!”

“One of your dinners?” Clay asked as he went to Dane and cupped his face. “You okay? You did it!”

“I’m fine and we all did it. I don’t know if it was the crystals or the agrimony, but I’m thrilled it worked.” Dane came to Grey and held out the crystals. “You should hang on to these as keepsakes.”

“I’m pretty sure the power came from you all more than those stones. Plus, they should go to Wiley, so he can be the keeper of spells.” Still, Grey took one of the crystals and held it up to the light, and the silver streaks sparkled. “Beautiful. It’s all so beautiful.” He looked at Cort. “Especially you. I’m so happy to see your face.”

Cort grinned at him, his joy so all-encompassing, he couldn’t find words. Grey tugged his shirt on and reached out to hold Cort’s hand. Cort threaded their fingers together as everyone stayed gathered around Grey.

“So…dinner?” Clay asked Jo. He had a hopeful, puppy-dog look on his face.

“Yes, let’s cook!” Jo announced and all three goddesses started toward the door.

“The goddesses love to cook,” Grey told Cort. “And they make these huge, extravagant meals, which are partially magic. It’s a lot of fun.”

“Sounds wonderful.” Cort squeezed his hand. “How’s your head? Any