and uprooted them. She struggled against the reapers, even with the strange, glowing blades that pulsed angrily against her flesh, where they impaled her skin.
“You’re hurting her!” Adam snapped. He started forward, only for Lucian to step in his path as Spyder chuckled, moving in beside him to block his way.
“No, I’m not hurting her. The proximity to the organ holding pain is what’s hurting her. She doesn’t want it back.”
“What happens if you don’t put it back yet?” Lucian asked.
“She wouldn’t care if the fae lived or died. She’d be an unfeeling, miserable person to have to deal with, cold and detached. While it’s only an organ, the mind believes it to hold emotions, and that makes it more powerful than the soul that actually dictates who we become. Without it, the mind shuts that part down. So, I will place her heart back into her chest, and you can contend with what happens after. She needs it back to be whole, and I don’t give a fuck what anyone else wants, she deserves to care. It is what makes her the Goddess of the Fae. She is who we need to win the war, understood?” Thanatos’s glacier-cold eyes locked with mine.
He placed the heart into Synthia’s chest as she wailed, fighting against his hand. He pushed into the cut he’d made, and then she just stopped, glaring at him. The blades were removed, and the reapers stepped back together, releasing her and watching as she stood there silently.
“Syn?” I asked, cupping her face between my hands and ignored her exposed breasts. I glamoured her into a new white dress and watched as her eyes lifted and narrowed on mine in a dull gaze. “Wake up, beautiful.”
Her eyes began to gain focus as she lifted her head to peer up at me. Stepping back, she looked down, grasping the front of her dress as she looked around frantically. Synthia spun around in a tight circle, opening and closing her mouth repeatedly before a tremble of fear shuddered through her.
“Who the fuck are you?” she demanded, and it was like a punch to the gut. “Where am I?” Panic filled her tone, and then she turned, running away from us on her pretty bare feet.
“That’s unfortunate,” Lucian stated, watching her running further away from us through the skulls of the dead she’d murdered. She gazed down and back at us while still hauling ass to get away.
“She doesn’t know who the fuck I am. My wife doesn’t know who the fuck I am, again.” I exhaled, wondering if I should sift and stop her from running, or let her exhaust her energy, so she didn’t fight as much when I placed her over my shoulder and took her to bed to remind her of to whom she belonged.
“Let me try something real fast,” Adam chuckled. He ran after her, glamouring on the pretty-boy image of what he’d looked like while being a member of her coven “Syn!” She turned, slowing, looking at Adam with recognition. “It’s okay,” he assured her, but her mouth opened and closed as she stared over his shoulder to where I stood. Her eyes were vacant of the recognition I needed and craved.
“I left her there, and I fucking lost her.”
“You might have for a little while, but why the fuck would she go to Adam of all people?” Lucian asked, watching Synthia as her arms wrapped around him. “You may need to bend that ass over and remind it how you feel cradled in it. Or, you may lose her to that band boy member she’s trying to climb at the moment.”
“She was raised with him at the guild. In fact, Adam was of this world too. She called him to her when her parents were slaughtered by her brother.” I watched her whispering behind her hand, glaring at me. “What exactly happens when the Seelie consume parts of a soul, and how do I get my wife back? I could just push the memories into her, speed this shit up, right?”
Thanatos snorted, shaking his dark head, and his eyes