Midnight Descent, A Twisted Paranormal Fated Mates Romance (Kissed by Brimstone Book 2) by Leigh Kelsey

Author:Leigh Kelsey [Kelsey, Leigh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-08-16T16:00:00+00:00

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Kai was going to kill me, but I couldn't stop. I flew until my wings gave out, until I was forced to walk instead, dragging my aching, heavy body down the streets of the capital. The city's beauty blurred, flowers, trees, and murals insignificant, the cheerful voices that called to each other little more than dead noise.

My feet throbbed, almost certainly bleeding in my boots, but I didn't stop walking, scanning every street for a broad winged body and big, comforting arms. I needed to be wrapped up in those arms so badly that I sobbed as I walked.

My wings dragged behind me, my exhausted legs moving sluggishly. Inside my chest, there was a wreck where my heart used to be. I tried to grasp our bonds, but it fluttered out of my hands, broken and frayed.

Blood slammed in my ears, filling my head; I no longer fought my magic. I could take control of every single person I staggered past, could have killed all of them if I chose. But I plunged into the chaos of noise and magic and searched for a familiar heartbeat instead.

I searched for hours, until my legs finally gave out and I landed on the flagstones in a deserted alleyway. The buildings on each side towered above me, casting shadows so deep I couldn't see my own hands.

I bent over myself, my wings limp around me, and I sobbed so hard I choked on each cry. My eyes burned, tears scalding down my cheeks, and breathing impossible.

Emlyn was gone. I’d lost him. And he didn’t even know I loved him.

Air only trickled into my chest when something brushed against my soul, a direct response to my pain. It echoed my suffering, a dark mirror with the same longing, ache, and brutal pain—but sharper, deeper, and … constant. I didn't know who it was, frankly didn't care if it was Wynvail. I reached back and held on tight.

A soul wrapped around mine like a hug, and my sobs turned to a high, visceral keening. The touch was tentative but strong, and they didn't run from me when my soul collapsed into theirs.

Whoever the dark mirror was, they stayed with me until I was cried out, hollow and raw.

Their grip faded when I stumbled back to my feet and scrubbed my face dry.

Don't go. Please.

I held onto their soul, frantic to keep them close, the thought of losing them abhorrent. But the pained, gentle touch of their soul tore away from mine in a rush, and I was left alone. Weak and broken but—just strong enough to resume my search for Emlyn.

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