Page 162 of Remnants: Disruption
I let out a slow breath, unsure how to explain.
“It was like seeing into the fabric the universe,” I say hesitantly. “A few hours ago, I wouldn’t even have known that was an option—but that’s what it was. It was something beyond here.”
“Have you done it before?” she asks, and I consider the question.
Because I had.
“The spirits,” I say, realizing the gravity of it. “I’d gotten them to stop tormenting me by pushing them where they’d wanted to go. It was like removing the dam to a rushing river. Like they’d known the place, but I was the one who had to lead them.”
“And this place was…?” she prompts softly, hands massaging my hips.
“You’re not going to—”
“I will always believe you,” Cass whispers.
I am definitely in love with her.
“I pushed them to the ever after,” I say, bowing my head. “Or whatever comes next. They leave a hint of their essence with me and that’s what I use in battle.”
Cass’ eyes seem to glow a little in the haze of the shower steam. Even though she’s entirely naked and I could be ogling every part of her, it’s her eyes that have me stunned.
“You are magnificent,” she whispers, studying me with a fervor that makes me feel stripped more than I already am. “Everything I have ever dream of and more. I am so lucky.”
My jaw works wordlessly as she rises slowly. My fingers have pruned and the sponge was abandoned minutes ago. But she still moves into my lap, straddling my thighs.
“Why did you run?” she whispers mouth almost on mine. I feel her fully against me and it’s like heaven.
Her breasts press against mine and she heaves out a sigh like this is what she needed, too.
“Because you were talking about me like I was an experiment,” I say, still staring up at her. Into orange eyes that are so damned expressive.
She presses her forehead to mine, and I don’t think we could get any closer.
“I am so sorry,” she whispers, squeezing me tightly. “I will make it up to you.”
I shake my head a little, huffing out a short laugh.
“I don’t need you to make it up to me, Cass. I just need you to tell me what’s going on. I’m fine to play the part if you tell me itisa part. Not leaving me wondering if everything was a facade”
She presses her lips to my forehead, then the side of my face. Then her lips find mine. I let out a soft groan as her hips seem to move on their own.
“What happened with Gareth?” she asks, finally leaning back enough to meet my eyes.
I lick my lips and taste the spiciness she seems to always smell of.
“I went to Marla’s bar. I was a bit rattled and confused. And, frankly, still a little pissed,” I say, and she presses a kiss to my temple. “He came into the bar. And Cass, it felt like you. It felt like your presence. Your power. He sounded like you. He looked like you.”
It made no sense. It shouldn’t be possible.
“What do you mean my presence?” she asks, cocking her head a little.
“You just,” I shrug a little, her weight against me feeling more and more relaxing, “feel different. I can feel you in a room. I could even before us.”
“And Gareth did?”
“Before he turned into this strange creature. It was like the hind end of a dog with a torso three times the width. He could teleport and it wasn’t normal teleportation. It was like the same way I do it. Like he could step into reality and move through it rather than over it.”
“We saw the creature,” she says softly. “Right before he exploded.”
