whispered, and pushed some of his remaining strength into his brother. He gave him the strength he’d need to tell the love of his life goodbye.
Ristan carried the babe, her small mouth already trying to suckle. Ristan pushed power into her tiny body, using his own power to make the tiny female stronger. She’d need his help; she’d need them all without her mother.
“Get out,” Ryder snapped even though most of them had felt his need to be alone.
The moment the door closed, Zahruk spun on Ristan.
“What the fuck? You’ve not had visions in forever, and now you get one, and it’s about a fucking apocalypse?” he demanded.
“Danu showed me what would happen if we tried to save Synthia. It was game fucking over for everyone. You can’t fuck with the balance, and not expect it to shatter. We all know that, brother. He’ll rebound; he’s resilient. He may become cold, but in time he’ll understand that the lives of the many outweigh his happiness, even though I wished to hell it didn’t. Try knowing what’s coming, and knowing that if you touch it, or stop it, you’d end everything and everyone. Try owning that for a fucking day, Zahruk.”
Ristan cradled the little angel in his arms, his eyes taking in the golden ones so much like her father’s. He’d been wrong before; the little princess was a mix of her parents, and she watched silently as grown men looked down at her in wonder.
“You’re loved, and you are wanted, little princess,” Ristan cooed to the infant as her golden eyes watched him with a look that tugged at his heart. “Your mother was the bravest woman I’ve ever known, and she loved you,” he said, as his voice broke and his head shook at the unfairness of the entire situation.
He was still holding her when Ryder’s call for vengeance went out through their bond, and he felt the pull to kill. Ryder was death, and he’d be seeking blood for blood. Ristan closed his eyes and allowed the child in his arms to bring him some semblance of peace, because soon they’d be going to war.
They didn’t even have a nursery for the children because no one had thought to create one yet. They’d thought they had more time. They’d been wrong.
It wasn’t until Ristan helped Ryder create a nursery in Synthia’s quarters that he handed off the little girl to be tucked into the bedding of the crib he’d glamoured for her. Aodhan brought in the two cribs that he had barely finished the detail work on, and the boys were settled into their blankets. Zahruk left to locate some wet nurses for the babes, which was going to be a challenge as there weren’t a good deal of lactating mothers in Faery.
Ristan and Adam realized at this point just how unprepared they were for the babes. The two left to gather supplies once guards had been stationed outside the room.
Glamoring items would be easier if they knew what the hell they were doing. They had made it as far as the portal and had been about to leave when he had felt Ryder’s unease, and he and Adam both sifted into the nursery, to find Synthia alive and on her knees before Ryder.
Fucking cunt! That dirty fucking bitch Danu had known she’d bring Synthia back, and she’d made him gut her? Ristan felt anger and hatred, raw and heavier than he had in a very long time. Danu had allowed him to believe he was losing Synthia and that he’d had no choice but to play a part in it that had torn his heart out. He backed out of the room and waited outside the doors for Adam.
How could Danu be so cold? One simple clue, and Ristan wouldn’t have felt as if he’d been the one to sever Synthia’s life. Unless that had been Danu’s sick game; to see if he’d do as she bid him to. It was possible, but if it was the case… Ristan would sever his ties to the Goddess, and let the chips fall where they may. He wanted to do everything in his power to help Faery, Ryder, and his brothers, but she was cruelly making him suffer in every way she could with his
Ristan carried the babe, her small mouth already trying to suckle. Ristan pushed power into her tiny body, using his own power to make the tiny female stronger. She’d need his help; she’d need them all without her mother.
“Get out,” Ryder snapped even though most of them had felt his need to be alone.
The moment the door closed, Zahruk spun on Ristan.
“What the fuck? You’ve not had visions in forever, and now you get one, and it’s about a fucking apocalypse?” he demanded.
“Danu showed me what would happen if we tried to save Synthia. It was game fucking over for everyone. You can’t fuck with the balance, and not expect it to shatter. We all know that, brother. He’ll rebound; he’s resilient. He may become cold, but in time he’ll understand that the lives of the many outweigh his happiness, even though I wished to hell it didn’t. Try knowing what’s coming, and knowing that if you touch it, or stop it, you’d end everything and everyone. Try owning that for a fucking day, Zahruk.”
Ristan cradled the little angel in his arms, his eyes taking in the golden ones so much like her father’s. He’d been wrong before; the little princess was a mix of her parents, and she watched silently as grown men looked down at her in wonder.
“You’re loved, and you are wanted, little princess,” Ristan cooed to the infant as her golden eyes watched him with a look that tugged at his heart. “Your mother was the bravest woman I’ve ever known, and she loved you,” he said, as his voice broke and his head shook at the unfairness of the entire situation.
He was still holding her when Ryder’s call for vengeance went out through their bond, and he felt the pull to kill. Ryder was death, and he’d be seeking blood for blood. Ristan closed his eyes and allowed the child in his arms to bring him some semblance of peace, because soon they’d be going to war.
They didn’t even have a nursery for the children because no one had thought to create one yet. They’d thought they had more time. They’d been wrong.
It wasn’t until Ristan helped Ryder create a nursery in Synthia’s quarters that he handed off the little girl to be tucked into the bedding of the crib he’d glamoured for her. Aodhan brought in the two cribs that he had barely finished the detail work on, and the boys were settled into their blankets. Zahruk left to locate some wet nurses for the babes, which was going to be a challenge as there weren’t a good deal of lactating mothers in Faery.
Ristan and Adam realized at this point just how unprepared they were for the babes. The two left to gather supplies once guards had been stationed outside the room.
Glamoring items would be easier if they knew what the hell they were doing. They had made it as far as the portal and had been about to leave when he had felt Ryder’s unease, and he and Adam both sifted into the nursery, to find Synthia alive and on her knees before Ryder.
Fucking cunt! That dirty fucking bitch Danu had known she’d bring Synthia back, and she’d made him gut her? Ristan felt anger and hatred, raw and heavier than he had in a very long time. Danu had allowed him to believe he was losing Synthia and that he’d had no choice but to play a part in it that had torn his heart out. He backed out of the room and waited outside the doors for Adam.
How could Danu be so cold? One simple clue, and Ristan wouldn’t have felt as if he’d been the one to sever Synthia’s life. Unless that had been Danu’s sick game; to see if he’d do as she bid him to. It was possible, but if it was the case… Ristan would sever his ties to the Goddess, and let the chips fall where they may. He wanted to do everything in his power to help Faery, Ryder, and his brothers, but she was cruelly making him suffer in every way she could with his
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