# 8
Raevyn
stared at the space between him and Simian total shock running through his body
as he stared at the beautiful transparent creature hovering above them who had
taken both his and his cousins hand. How did the vision know they needed to be connected?
How did he even know where to find them? But most importantly who was he? Ant
why the hell did he call to Raevyn’s very essence.
Was the
beautiful man something he and Simian conjured to them in their moment of need?
Raevyn wanted to scream out as the vision exploded into a thousand shards of
nothingness. He didn’t have time to think on it more as in that exact instant
he felt Simian’s power combine with his own and his strength came rushing back
to him, combined with Simian’s. Giving him enough force to break the bonds tethering
him to the ground. The last beating Simian had taken at the hands of Tondran
and his men kept his cousin slightly subdued and unable to focus his power.
Raevyn
was still in shock over the whole waking up one day with his cousin staked out
beside him. He’d never thought to ever see any of his true family again. The
law stated—they were to be kept separated because combining the powers of the first
line would be dangerous to the lives of every living thing in the known
universe. Did the fool holding them captive even know who he was messing with? If
he did, he obviously didn’t care.
Slowly
but surely, Raevyn worked his tethers out of the ground until he was free. He
rested in the pose as if he was still held by the restraints. He needed to make
sure the time was right before he took out the person who had held him tied
down like an animal for the last three cycles of the moon. The idiot and his
minions had made an enemy of him when they treated him as a lesser being.
When he’d
awoken to find Simian beside him his anger had grown tenfold. If it was the
last thing he ever did in this life he would see his cousin free—Simian was
destined for far greater things—things he couldn’t do if he was caged.
He
wondered if Tondran would still have put them so close together if he knew they
didn’t need words to communicate. Raevyn turned his face to the side until his
gaze locked with Simian’s. “I will get
you out of this. I promise. I swear to you I will get you back to your mates
before the next cycle of the moon.”
Simian
shook his head slightly, “They will come
for us, and our new found friend will lead then directly to us?”
“How do you know?”
“Because when he was here I could sense my
mates on him. Wherever he has come from my mates are with him.” Simian
sounded like he knew exactly what he was talking about.
“Do you know who he is?”
Simian
smiled sadly. “Don’t you?”
Confusion
filled Raevyn’s brain. Yes the guy had somehow seemed familiar but Raevyn
couldn’t remember meeting him anywhere before. Why would his cousin think he
would know a total stranger?
“Look inside yourself, cousin, and listen to
what you find.”
Raevyn
could tell by the tone in his head Simian was laughing at him. What the hell is so damn funny? Why
couldn’t he just come out and say what he knew? He hated not knowing what was
going on in his own damn life.
Closing
his eyes and concentrating, it didn’t take long for the ghostly image to appear
in his mind. There was no denying the man’s image was so beautiful it hurt to
look at. Maybe their ancestors sent the man to him in his time of need, but why
send him something and just rip it away from him again. Raevyn hated being one
of the cursed. Whoever said the pure lines where the sacred beings sure didn’t
know what the hell they were talking about. Tondran just didn’t care about the
legends at all. Then again, Raevyn was betting Tondran didn’t even know who
they were—or more so from whom they were descended. Because if he did know, he
would’ve secured them a hell of a lot better than this.
Bringing
his thoughts back to the present he concentrated again on the beautiful man’s
image until it became clearer in his head. He took in the sharp blue eyes, his
lips were a little fuller than most, and looked softer. His face was oval shaped
as his dark hair fell in waves around his shoulders. Raevyn saw the beads which
had been intricately woven near his left temple showing he was a being from the
hawk. So it meant this dark hair beauty was from the Earthen lands, and not
from the realms of the Gods.
If he was
a real person than it meant Raevyn had a chance of finding him again. A chance
of finding out just who he was? And why he felt like he should know him? His
heart lurched as he felt what his cousin meant. Why would Simian feel the
connection between them when he couldn’t?
“My mate—but how?” All his life he had
known he would be alone Varnuse would never have mated someone to one of the
pure line. Except, Simian had two mates, didn’t he? Did that mean he also had
another mate out there? His gaze locked on his cousin once more. “Should I be expecting another?”
Simian nodded
his head, “Yes, our father ensured we
would need two souls to tether us to reality. Your mates will come for you together. They have already bonded.”
Bitterness seeped into his tone. “At
least they like each other. I have also have two men to love me—Two men who
cannot stand each other. You are lucky that Varnuse has given you men who want
to be together.”
“Your mates will work it out.”
“I am not so sure.”
They fell
silent as they heard feet approaching their gazes no longer focused on each
other. Not wanting to give away their secret. Raevyn swore everyone in this encampment
had to pay. They were going to die for all the things they had done to him and
Simian.
