evil into the world. We have been charged with stopping that from the beginning of time by Caeles, the Creator.”
Romy began to fully understand the rivalry between both sides. What is not certain is how I fit in.
Essen leaned across, and she felt his hand go to the back of her head. Romy had expected him to grip her tight; instead, he massaged her head, the act a comfort. Leaning back into his hand, Romy enjoyed his touch, relaxing her shoulders and closing her eyes for a moment. He was a confusing man; one minute he looked as though he wanted her blood and the next his eyes filled with tenderness.
“The rest I need to tell you where it all started. Come.” He stood up and held out his hand to her.
She hesitated, then slowly placed her hand into his large one and felt firm, strong fingers grip her. Romy had not used her inherited abilities for a long time. But tuning in to her long-forgotten senses, she closed her eyes and focused her mind. She reached out with her inner mind to him, but she could not get deep into him. There was a barrier, but then she should have expected that. But she did sense something; she felt safe with him, but something else too. Something darker. What it was exactly was not yet clear, but she had a feeling she would find out pretty soon.
“Hold on, this will feel strange, Romy. Keep your eyes closed.” Essen’s voice in her ears acted like a balm on her fraying nerves. She felt his arms come around her, bringing her close to him. He pulled her head to rest on his shoulder. She felt heat radiate from him straight into her. It was a tingling in her head, then a slow release of heat through her body. A warm sensation akin to the feeling of sitting close to the glow of a roaring fire surged through her. She had never felt anything like this before, but for some reason she was not scared. In his arms she was secure. She raised her head slowly and gazed into Essen’s liquid-blue eyes.
Suddenly the world around her faded until all was a swirl of colors. Cool air whipped around her like a sudden gust of wind on a breezy day. Then the air seemed to lift her up slowly, and she felt as though they were flying. The sensations hit her stomach, and she thought she was going to be sick. So she shut her eyes and put her head on his shoulders. Romy began to feel dizzy, and she was glad Essen was holding her tight against his broad chest.
He spoke soothing words into her ear. “Be calm, all will be well.”
Her body began to tingle, and gusts of wind hit her from all directions. Indistinct voices, all chattering at once, filled the space around her. Romy glanced to the side, peeking out from Essen’s grip. Deformed faces hurtled toward her from all directions. She let out a scream, horrified as indistinguishable limbs grasped for her.
Essen’s hand pressed her face into his shoulder, shielding her eyes from the scene around her.
“Nothing will happen to you, they cannot touch you. I will keep you safe,” he reassured her.
Where the hell was she? Could this be hell? Is that where he was taking her? The chaos around her was reflected in the chaos in her mind.
The voices faded into the distance, and Romy felt warm air around her instead of the icy chill from before. Within seconds they seemed to stop. Essen was still holding her close, and the heat from their bodies diminished, slowly returning to normal. Romy felt his head lower, and his breath fanned her ear.
“We are here; you can open your eyes now,” he said. Romy lost his warmth as he stepped back.
Her stomach lurched, and she felt nauseated. Her knees could not support her body, and they buckled. Essen jumped forward and lifted her up into his arms so her head rested against him as her body fought to return to its equilibrium.
“It’s okay, I should not have let go so soon, you’ll be fine. We will rest here for a moment; just take deep breaths.” His tone comforted Romy, and she followed his instructions.
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