Kyra

Chapter Thirteen

In the depths of his sleep, the sweetest of scents hit his nose. His favourite scent. One he wanted all over his pillows, his clothes, his body.

"Kyra."

Exactly how obsessed was he if he could sense her from here when she was asleep in her cabin? Ares was coming by a problem.

But something twitched from his side.

His eyes fluttered open. And there she was. His favourite little redhead peered down at him with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Was he imagining this? Kyra in his room? Willingly?

"You're sleeping Ares."

Her fingers brushed over his forehead, her lips against his cheek.

Want her to sleep here with me.

"Kyra."

"Shhh..." Her touch on him might've just been the most soothing thing he'd ever felt. "Sleep Ares, I'll be right here when you wake."

He assumed he must've imagined it. He blinked a minute later and she was gone. Maybe he had imagined it. Was he dreaming? Had she been here at all?

Something's not right.

He lit a candle, gaze darting around.

I can smell her.

She'd been in his room. But the trail went dead there.

She's gone.

And not just her scent. He couldn't feel her. Not like he normally could.

"Kyra."

Maybe she'd come out if he shouted for her. Maybe she was playing some evil game on him. Maybe she was—

The drawer to his bedside table was ever so slightly open.

Did I leave it like that?

Inside, his portal jumper was gone.

Evil little fucking bitch.

She'd snuck in here and stole it. He knew her change in behaviour had been too good to be true. And now—

"No." She didn't. Surely not. He'd head over to her room and find her there now. He had to. "She hasn't."

Where would she have even gone? His mind crippled with the possibilities.

Her room's empty.

Wherever she'd gone didn't matter. When she got back, if she came back, she'd be dead.

At dawn, Kyra and Richie walked back up the same path they'd followed last night. It was somehow more beautiful so early in the morning. The sky was pink, the grass was dewy, the world was scenic. If not for the occasional carcass. It seemed the vampires in the area had quite the violent streak.

My first taste of the real world. Kyra loved it and hated it all at once.

Would she ever get a chance to see the world like this again?

If Ares knew about this, he'd be keeping her under lock and key.

Don't think about it. She was leaving too early for him to know. He was asleep when she left, just like he would be when she returned.

When they reached the barrier, Kyra was focused enough to feel the energy shift pass through her. It was like a glimmer, an electric shock.

She stood on one side of it whilst the Rogue Witch stood on the other.