Even Perse.
And Eden at the center of it all.
She pulled from us and gave back at the same time, winding the bond tighter, brighter, stronger, until the four of us were no longer just standing together in the silent night.
We were a circuit.
A weapon.
A star learning how to aim.
Holy f*****g s**t.
My mate was terrifying.
My mate was impossible.
My mate was about to turn a demonic facility into a nuclear explosion.
A laugh pushed up my throat, wild and shaky, because what else was I supposed to do with that much awe? Cry? Please. I had standards. Low ones, but still.
And Eden—
Goddess.
Eden opened her eyes.
The world held its breath.
“Now,” she growled.
We let go.
It did not look like fire at first.
It looked like daylight being born angry.
Gold exploded from Eden’s hands
