The Enchanting Rapture (#1)

Chapter 36

Soren

     His eyes remained latched onto the paramount who sat casually in the green, reclining seat. His entire body was at ease as the four of them sat in his basement.  There was a brown, leather jacket stretched across his wide shoulders, contrasting with his lightened jeans. 

     Soren had never met a Paramount before, besides her. This male seemed to have no trouble in the world. Everything must have lain in his palm, willing to perform whatever task he desired.

     What did that feel like? To not have stress? 

     Perhaps Soren would never know. 

     "We can sit in silence all you want," Inferno interjected through the quietude, "or you can help us and be done with us as quickly as we came." Her delicate hands waved in the air as she spoke to emphasize her statement.

     "I go by Night, which I am sure makes sense to you," he responded, sipping onto the mug that was nestled between his hands. His dark eyebrows furrowed some in curiosity. Night had yet to look Soren's way.

     Soren was silent, trying his best to not become lost in a fit of rage. He was more than prepared to threaten Night. Paramount or not. The more time they wasted, the longer she was alone.

     "We need your help," Rouhem put out, "now are you going to help us or not?" His curls were wild and strewn about in arbitrary directions, adding to his natural primal look.

     Night took another sip, chipping at Soren's control. He sighed. "I am a paramount. Do you understand what that is?"

     "Someone with kickass powers. Kickass powers we desperately need right now," Inferno answered. Soren tried to feel guilty for how exhausted she sounded, but his concentration was solely focused on one thing. And it was not the orange-haired pixie.

     Night sat the mug onto the yellow side table. He rubbed his tan fingers over the brush of black stubble on his jaw. "Would it be an inconvenience if I asked a question?" His eyebrows rose in challenge as those almond eyes shifted towards Soren who was wound up too tightly.

     "Go ahead, Handsome. I'm an open book," the pixie offered too quickly. He appreciated that she understood the state he was in. And it was definitely not one that easily formed polite sentences. 

     Night refused to look away, and Soren refused to be intimidated. "Why do you need my assistance?" 

     Soren sounded flat as he finally entered the conversation. "We need access to the darkness."

     "So he speaks!" Night exclaims, "King Soren honors me with his voice!" 

     Most things in the room formed with metal began to tremble as his control slipped. Soren was absolutely still, competing with the oldest statues. 

     "Yes." He was hushed in a deadly manner. He adjusted his cloak so that it was bunched by his ankles.

     Night sat forward. The room darkened, snuffing out most light. The shadows scattered across his tan skin, seeping into his chest. "Now, why would King Soren and his two companions need access to the darkness?" 

     "My Queen," Soren answered through tight lips, "she was taken there, and I will retrieve her." He was daring Night to question the last part of his statement.

     Night seemed surprised. "You have a queen? This is news to me."

     "Soon to be," Inferno jumped in, "her name is Annika. You must have heard of the former slave girl who defeated Zyhed with just her words?"