Dark Passions at Death's Door

12 - Contact

The male had pulled her off Earth, away from her allies.

Now, she couldn’t portal? Nїx took a step back and paused. Wait, he’d just maneuvered faster than she could.

Even after she’d been lightning-touched. She sucked in the ashy air slowly. That… never happened.

The other reality dawned on her. “Why can’t I see?”

Whatever was happening, she hadn’t been able to use her foresight. Phenїx couldn’t remember a time in the last millennium when she hadn’t been using her power.

Her words seemed to send a shiver through the male. The reaper’s face showed some small relief washing through him, as though he’d been waiting for this.

She blinked. “What’s happening to me?”

The male modulated his tone, “You’re coming back down off a staring contest with your power font.”

Then his lips quirked while he gave her an apologetic smile. “I’m pretty sure that means you’re in for one absolute Hell of a hangover, Phenїx.”

She swooned, the thought leaving her lightheaded. Nїx began shivering. Wait… she really couldn’t touch her power font any longer?

She reached in. Nothing. The fates… were silent. For a moment, she ceased to breathe. Then she slapped her palms over her eyes, grinding them like she was waking up.

Her soprano wailed. “NOOOO!!!”

Then she stopped.

Hee hee! Idiot, as if.

Her power was… declined. But she wasn’t the oldest Valkyrie for nothing.

Nїx peeked out from behind her fingers, as if surprised. “Oh! Hmmmmmm?” She pressed a finger to his lips, measuring, then giggled. “Guess not.”

She threw her hands behind her back and popped on her toes, smiling merrily. That just made her breasts thrust up and bounce. She noticed his gaze drop an instant, then connect back with her face.

Then she checked again. While it wasn’t giving her much of a migraine, what the male said was true.

For a long time, it had been as if she were lying in a bubble bath just a little too long in her mind. Chirping and following the twists and paths of the fates. Even after the water had gone cold.

Now, it was as if she were staring at the bath, fresh and hot, but unable to dip in. The reservoir was still there, but she was being held back by something.

“That figures,” the male clucked his tongue. “You would be the one chick in the realms to avoid getting shwasted.”

That made her jump back into the present. Her features screwed up in an expression of “the hell’d you say?!”

Nїx raised a finger to the black-clouded sky, wagging it for emphasis. “Excuse me, I do too get shwasted, quite well I might add, you brat!”

“Yeah? And no male to finish you off, I’ll reckon,” he quipped.

“As if any could,” she snorted, then smiled beatifically, “But every now and then, I’ll get a surprise.”

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His eye ticked on that note. Well, three thousand years old, did you expect a virgin, Byron? Nope. Okay, play it rough with her.

Phenїx’s eyes flickered again. The glacier blue had returned. He sucked in a breath to steady himself. Those eyes would cut a male if he wasn’t careful.