Warrior (Princesses of Myth #2)

“I’m coming.” He crossed the room “We’ll sort something out.”


As he did, my mind released, connecting and burrowing deep into his.

Oh, the wonder. It was a moment I would never forget. The second I joined with him, every muscle in my body loosened and relaxed, and my mind bedded down in its own sweet little spot. Perfect.

He caressed my arms. “Better?”

I smiled, weakly. “I have a skill.”

He pulled in a deep breath. “A deadly one.”

“Your mind is blocked. I’m just resting within, but not able to see any thoughts.”

“C’mon. You don’t expect me to share?” An incredulous look crossed his face.

“No.” He was a protector. I was a Wincrest. Of course, he blocked.

His fingers dug in. “It feels warm and soothing with you merged. I didn’t expect that.” His nails pricked my flesh. “I don’t like it either.”

Davio cleared his throat. “Remember, it’s only her skill, Silas.” He crossed to the long bank of square-cut wooden edged windows. Outside, moonlight touched on the green garden in front. “What does it matter if she dies?”

Silas peered into my eyes. “It matters to me, Davio. She must live.”

Unable to help myself, I snuggled deeper into Silas’s mind. “My life is not your concern. Alexo watches over me, and always will. I will find a way to bypass this mind-merge.” How, I had no idea, but I’d find a way if it existed.

Silas drew me closer. “Faith has forethought. If she brings up her mate’s image, she’ll catch sight of you in her vision since it’s very strong. She sees images as if she were there in person. I doubt you want her seeing you here with Davio, and if that’s the case, you and I need to leave.”

“I need another few minutes with you. It really does take five to recharge. I can feel it.”

“We’ll go to my room. Yours might have angry warriors within. Later,” he said to Loveria.

Darkness enclosed me, and he ’ported.

We arrived where he’d said. A massive bed pressed against one wall, an ocean-blue comforter with the swirling colors of the sea, spread on top. Four plump white pillows rested against a headboard made of dark wood with an SC delicately engraved along it. Beside the bed, a black leather jacket lay as if tossed carelessly on top of a wooden chest with the same insignia on the front.

“Take a seat.”

I crossed the room to a padded couch of beige, with floor length curtains of the same velvety fabric tucked in behind. I smoothed my hands over its softness. “I know this mind-merge is unexpected, but would you permit giving me five minutes every three days to deal with it?” I was at his mercy. “I’d quite like to live, and so far it doesn’t sound like there’s a way around this need for the merge.”

“Our souls are bound even though we’ve released each other. You know I’m driven to give you whatever you ask.” Heaving a deep breath, he eased onto the couch beside me. “That being the case, yes. Although we’ll designate a place to meet, and I’ll zap in and out. The less time we’re in each other’s company, the better.”

“Thank you.” I clutched his hand. “I mean that.”

He stared at our joined hands then tore his gaze away. “Faith said your mother, Kate Sol, was left at an orphanage in New Zealand at three days of age. Are you aware of this?”

“No.” I sat straighter. “What can you tell me?”

“The nuns who ran the home said your grandmother’s name was Katerin Sol, and they named your mother after her. Katerin promised to return, but never did, and your mother grew up with no family, no knowledge of her Magioling ancestry.”

“I’ve studied the skills of my people since my early teens. You can be sure I’ll focus my attentions on this ability to mind-merge. There has to be someone who knows something, and I’ll find them.”

Katerin Sol. Sol was a common family name, as was the given name Katerin. It wouldn’t be easy to track Katerin Sol’s heritage based on her name. But this mind-merge skill was unheard of, so likely quite rare. I might discover more if I combined the two and followed that track.

Easing back into the thick cushioning, he sighed. “Why does Alexo’s request to delay meeting Faith matter so much? Don’t you wish to know your sister? I can’t imagine not knowing mine.”

“You have a sister?”

“A twin. Her name is Silvie.” He said her name softly.

“You’re close to her?”

“Yes.”

I shouldn’t ask such personal questions, only I ached to know more about him.