Imprisoned Gods - G. Bailey Page 0,88
other things to be looking at. It’s quite beautiful all around us from the pink magic, but I barely notice, because Storm’s eyes are beautiful too.
“Is the creature I met in the lake with these gems created by your family?” I ask him, feeling curious.
“Yes. She is the last living creature. Many died within the first ten years,” he tells me. “I know it is a harsh way to introduce people into this prison, but she is a fair test. I’m sure she is immortal, though we don’t talk. She hasn’t eaten me though.”
“Does she have a name?” I ask with a chuckle. I’m pretty sure not being eaten by someone isn’t a good way to judge a friendship.
“No, at least she never told me of one,” he explains to me. “These stones litter the beaches of my old home. They make me miss it.”
“Tell me what it looks like, what you loved the most about it,” I ask him, and without thinking of it, my fingers stroke his hair as he talks, and his eyes close for a moment.
“The shores are filled with a multicolour of stones, hidden in the sand while the red water of the sea brushes against them. The sun shines bright all year round, making the stones glitter and shimmer in the prettiest way. I never thought I’d see that bright, beautiful light again, but then I saw your eyes on that first day. That moment you told me I’d never need to push you, your eyes shone bright with how brave you are. You reminded me of home in that moment, Karma,” he tells me. Our feet touch the ground as I stare, speechless, and my heart feels warm in a way that almost makes me forget the world as Storm lowers me down onto the ground.
“Can I steal Karma for a dance?” Killian asks, his hand going to my shoulder, and in a moment, the entire world comes back in a flash. There is soft music in the background, people laughing, and the sounds of children playing nearby. It smells like cooking, but I can’t tell what, and there is also a sweet smell in the air. When I look away from Storm to see Killian, I spot the eight or so children near us who are laughing and chasing bubbles that an old lady is making appear from her hands. It’s magical to see, and I can’t help but smile.
“I’d love to dance,” I tell Killian, even though he and Storm are tensely staring at each other. It doesn’t take much to see jealousy there, especially with how Killian is always flirting and Storm kissed me yesterday.
“Storm, can I borrow you a second?” Vivian interrupts the staring contest, and I glare at her as Killian takes my hand, pulling me away. We pass Seth who, to my surprise, is making gold glitter butterflies appear out of his hands, and they mix with the bubbles that the children are running through.
“I didn’t know Seth was such a softie,” I remark as we pass through people.
“I suspect there is a lot you don’t know about Seth, angel,” Killian tells me as we get to the dancers. Like we have always danced together, Killian sweeps me into his arms and sways us around to the soft beat. “You look enchanting tonight, Karma.”
“Really?” I ask him, keeping my eyes firmly locked on his. Though Killian’s eyes are darker than Seth’s, they still look like pits of gold dust that are so magical to gaze into. My green eyes must be dull in comparison.
“I wish you could see yourself how I see you. If we met before here, I think I would have broken every single one of the laws for a moment with you,” he tells me, before twirling me around and pulling me back to him. Killian is a good dancer, he knows how to move his body and control mine almost effortlessly.
“Maybe it was a good thing you kidnapped me in the end then. I’ve grown to like you a little bit,” I admit, and he laughs. God, I love his laugh.
“I’ve grown to like you a little bit too,” he softly remarks, leaning down and kissing me. I freeze in unexpected shock. Killian softly explores my lips as I arch myself into his touch, loving how he feels. My hands slide into his hair as he groans, pulling me closer, and I happily sink myself into him. Kissing Killian feels like finding a