Page 120 of Heir of Broken Souls

My parents passed before they told me all its capabilities.

So maybe this is one. A keen knowing.

Flicking the sheets off me, I don’t take my eyes off her as I stalk to the closet and pull out my fighting leathers. I see the small sigh she lets out, as if she didn’t know she had been holding her breath.

“Breakfast?” I ask.

She cocks her head. “I’d rather just get in an early morning training session.”

Something tightens in my belly, my mind sliding into a mindset that’s second nature to me. I send a message to everyone on the ship immediately.Early morning training session. Everyone to the top deck.

As the groans fill my head, I promptly slam their mental doors shut and walk toward my mate, who can’t seem to stay still. Her fingers tap her thigh anxiously. Still, I can’t help but suck in a sharp breath.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur.

I will never get over the sight of her and how perfect she is.

My words seem to unravel something within her. Her shoulders relax, practically melting into me as my fingers trail over the braid of her chocolate hair.

“Perhaps you should leave the braids in for tonight.”

Her brow furrows. “Tonight?”

My grin turns wicked. “So I have something to hold on to,” I purr and demonstrate as I wrap it around my hand and gently tug.

Her eyes flare before she quickly swats me away with a laugh. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Holloway.”

“Impossible to do so when you’re the fixture of my fantasies.”

I wrap a corded arm around her waist and yank her to me, noting the shiver that wracks her body. “I’ll never get enough of you,” I whisper truthfully.

Pulling away, I can’t help but smile at the glazed look that’s entered her eyes. Everything I said was true, but I know more than that she needed a distraction, and I feel like I’m about to find out why.

BANG. BANG.

“I didn’t get woken up for nothing!” Axel bellows. “Get your ass upstairs, Holloway!”

A female tsks. “You’re so grouchy in the mornings.”

“Elysia,” Axel growls.

Rolling my eyes, I fling open the door a second later. Axel’s there in the hallway, crowding Elysia against the wall while she smirks up at him.

“Everything okay here?” I ask.

Axel snaps his gaze to mine, a muscle in his jaw ticking.

“This is bullshit,” he mutters before stalking away.

Delilah comes to a stop beside me, worry shining in her gaze as he disappears up the stairs. “Should we…?”

Elysia waves her hand. “He’s going through withdrawal. They’re always moody.”

“You have experience with addiction?”

“I’ve seen it, yes.”

The way her back straightens lets me know I shouldn’t pry further, but I make a mental note of it. My gaze jumps between the two seers. “Have you received any further translations?” I ask instead.