Beyond the Veil (Threw My eyes book 2)

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As night settled upon the rooftop, Lance found himself lost in a sea of stars, his thoughts tumultuous. The quietude was shattered by Lotor's arrival, his presence unwelcome yet unavoidable.

"Lance," Lotor's voice pierced through the stillness, drawing Lance's attention begrudgingly.

Nick's report about Lotor's presence was acknowledged with a terse nod from Lance before the others departed, leaving them alone in their uneasy silence.

"What happened to you? Why were you on the brink of death, covered in blood when Pidge stumbled upon you?" Lance's voice held a mixture of accusation and genuine concern, though masked beneath layers of distrust.

Lotor hesitated, the weight of his words heavy upon him. "It's a tangled tale, one I'm not proud of."

"Then unravel it," Lance demanded, his eyes fixed on the distant stars as if seeking solace in their twinkling glow.

Lotor began, each word weighed with regret and remorse as he recounted the surreal experience of their battle, of being a mere spectator in his own body torn between conflicting halves.

"That's absurd," Lance scoffed, turning to face Lotor with a furrowed brow. "Fighting yourself? How pathetic."

"It's more complex than that," Lotor defended, his gaze meeting Lance's with a mix of guilt and defiance.

Lance's distaste for Lotor, both versions of him, was palpable in the air, yet beneath the surface simmered a hint of curiosity, a desire to understand the incomprehensible.

"So, your good side watched as the bad side wreaked havoc," Lance summarized, a hint of understanding seeping into his tone.

Lotor nodded, his expression a mix of shame and resignation. "Yes, and I'm deeply sorry for the chaos it caused."

"I won't forgive you easily," Lance asserted, his gaze hardening. "But I'm willing to entertain the notion."

Lotor's gratitude was tempered by the gravity of his next words. "There's more. The bad part, still fused with the bear, poses a danger not just to us but to your shifters. He's using the bear's power to manipulate them."

Lance's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing in anger. "And what's his endgame?"

"He's fixated on you, Lance. He knows that if you fall, so does Voltron," Lotor revealed, his voice tinged with urgency.

As the weight of Lotor's revelations settled over them like a dark cloud, Lance's emotions churned within him, a tempest of anger, distrust, and a begrudging sense of duty.

The stars above seemed to shimmer mockingly, indifferent to the turmoil below.

"Lotor, I don't trust you, either version of you," Lance admitted, his voice edged with raw honesty. "But if what you're saying is true, we can't afford to ignore it."

Lotor nodded, his expression a mixture of gratitude and understanding. "I don't expect your trust overnight. Actions speak louder than words."

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Lance's mind raced with the possibilities and dangers ahead. He took a deep breath, centering himself amidst the swirling emotions.

Closing his eyes briefly, he focused on the deep bond he shared with the pride and found Romelle.

"Romelle," Lance whispered although it wasnt heard aloud as he reached out through the intricate bonds that linked them, feeling the familiar warmth of her presence in his mind.

Romelle's voice, soft yet strong, echoed in his thoughts. "Lance, what is it?"

"We need to gather our allies. Set up a meeting as soon as possible," Lance commanded through their mental connection, his tone conveying the urgency of their situation.