Imprisoned Gods - G. Bailey Page 0,76
each other, like we have been friends for years. I don’t ever hesitate with anything I say around Killian. I just know he won’t judge me or hate anything I say. Seth and Storm make me nervous around them, like I have to think about what I need to say next. Attractive guys have always had that effect on me though. That’s what is so strange about Killian; he is so gorgeous, just like all gods are, yet I feel at home around him.
"Close your eyes," he softly tells me, and I pull a face, not knowing if I want to do that. The last time a guy told me to close my eyes in a seductive way, my brothers had made him do it, and they poured ice cold water over me. The little dipshits. Dammit, I miss them though. "Come on, you know by now that I'm your friend."
"You do make me pretty good food," I cheekily say, and he only smiles at me in an agreeing way and tilts his head to the side. "Fine, fine." I take a deep breath and close my eyes, feeling Killian placing his hands over the bite mark on my arm. I flinch from the sting of it being touched. After a few seconds, warm golden light shines brightly, or as brightly as I can see through my closed eyelids. I can't hold in my curious side for long, and I open my eyes just to see what the light is. My lips part in wonder as I see that every part of Killian is glowing gold, his eyes the brightest, and he is extremely beautiful.
I look down, seeing swirling gold waves covering my arm, which his hand is on. There is no pain anymore; there is nothing but light and the pure beauty of it. The gods and the many powers we all can have might make some of us evil, but there is also so much light to us. The glow slowly fades from all of his body until there is nothing but his eyes glowing. They too eventually fade, and Killian moves his hand off my arm after clearing his throat. Registering there is no pain, I quickly look down and see there is nothing but dried blood on my arm. I look up to thank Killian, only to frown as I see the bite marks are now on Killian's wrist instead. He took my injury from me.
"I can heal myself, and they will be gone in the morning," Killian dismisses my frown and lets my hand go to cross his arms, discreetly hiding the marks. As much as it is a sweet thing to do, he didn’t need to. I have boosted healing, but it takes a good week, considering I’ve just taken the bandage off my hand from my burn. If he can heal himself in a day, that is pretty impressive.
"Wait, you didn't have to do that," I say, finding myself moving closer and placing my hand on his arm. Killian tenses ever so briefly before looking at my hand and letting his gaze travel to my face.
"I know," he replies, and it's such a simple response, but the way he says it is anything but simple. I shake myself out of it, swiftly standing up.
"Thank you, though you shouldn't have," I mutter, and he smirks when I look back at him. "I should get some food for Kit before he sneaks into Seth's room and bites his grumpy arse."
"Seth is complicated and certainly deserves a goblin bite on his ass. I'm not sticking up for my dickhead brother, but he lost his human wife a few years ago. We didn't ask for an immortal life with crazy powers, and all Seth wanted was a normal life with a family. Something permanent when we never had anything permanent other than each other growing up. I won't tell you more, but just give him a chance. You were the first and only date since she died," he tells me, and damn do I feel bad for judging him so harshly. I couldn’t imagine growing up not knowing what I was, especially without my family. They both didn’t have anyone, and for Seth to lose his wife, that must have been horrible.
"Really?" I end up whispering on instinct, even though I fully believe what Killian is telling me.
"Yeah, Karma. Seth is angry with the world for giving his wife cancer, angry with our dead father for being