Kross fell asleep.
After Sena and Ryan left, he fell asleep on the couch. He was tired and the scent was just too soothing and inviting that he just had to rest. He had never planned to sleep but he did.
He heard a whimper. At first he ignored it. The third time it was a bit louder. Kross woke up with a start. Sweat layered his forehead as he looked around him in alert.
He pushed himself from the couch, held his throbbing head.
He dare not put his guard down as he looked towards the bed where the sounds came from.
Kross frowned and got up, he walked towards the bed. He saw how Lyra moved and whimpered, she seemed to have a nightmare. He watched as she breathed raggedly, her curls stuck to her face, sweating profusely.
He looked at her in confusion, What was he supposed to do? If it was a nightmare it wasn't a big deal. He was about to walk away, Her mumbles became louder and faster, Her lips moved rapidly, mumbling words too fast and broken to understand, as though she were whispering an incantation.
Kross turned and looked at Lyra, his eyes narrowing. He had heard from Sena that Lyra wasn't a witch. But what could she be saying under her breath?
He leaned forward, his ear slightly near her mouth, listening.
"Hngh arrgh!" Incoherent nonsense and gibberish were whatever she mumbled. They held no meaning just empty fragments spilling. "GRandfather!" Kross pulled back.
He felt comfortable in her presence, like a strange calmness. Like she wasn't a threat but tranquility. Without him knowing, he leaned in and sucked in deeply her scent, feeling it move through his nose, curling through his lungs to his stomach.
His eyes lingered to Lyra's face then locked towards the white cloth on her neck. A proof that he marked her. His eyes turned darker. The beast inside him grew restless, he felt his canines growing wanting to take a bite of her.
His hand inched towards her chest, a cruel desire burnt in him, he wanted to dig through and squeeze her heart and give her a very painful death. She dare use unhanded means to get me to mark her?
But as his focus snapped back to reality, he found his hand not buried in her chest as he envisioned, it was closing and squeezing around the softness of her left breast.
He withdrew his hand quickly and stepped aside. He froze, trying to figure out what had just happened.
A certain place in his body began to feel hot. His pants began to feel tighter. Never in his life had he ever felt so aroused by just looking at a woman, his hands even moved without his will.
He swallowed deeply. Men were driven by their third leg, that was a saying that Kross always felt it was over-exaggerated. His control was always top notch but now he felt like he just wanted a release. No woman had ever turned him on by just a touch.
There was something wrong with his body. Did his control just slip past him? Was he craving a stranger?
He had to find out what his problem was. There was no way he was willing to stay in that room again, not after his hand wandered to wherever. Without a single glance, he left the room.
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Lyra looked at the woman with the same hair and eye color as her.
The colors were rare, so was the combination and to see someone who looked just like her, it was comforting.
The woman stood upon a lone pillar rising from what looked like a sea, as if it were an island of its own. The woman looked like an ethereal goddess, her white long dress with delicate frills floating in air. That wasn't what made her look marvelous but the white glow that surrounded her making her seem unreal.
Lyra found herself standing on the opposite side, though she couldn't tell is she was standing or floating. Below her wasn't water but a mass of pure white light.
The space between them felt near yet impossibly far, a distance eyes couldn't measure.
Confusion clouded with awe was what Lyra felt. The woman's gaze was sad, offered with a smile that made her heart ache without reason.
She opened her mouth seemingly wanting to say something. Before the woman spoke, a sword, like a glowing green sword, tore from the sky, with an unimaginable speed. Lyra felt for once like she was part of an inside secret.
It was something she never felt before. Now she felt super important. Even if it were a dream she didn't want it to end. Everything was magical.
She sure chocked on her thoughts as the sword pierced through the woman's chest.
The woman screamed in pain, the sword kept glowing as it pressed through and through.
Soft white light emanated from the woman. The woman struggled before she fell down on her knees. What surprised Lyra was the fact that no blood came out from the woman, only light. Clashing of lights.
The woman stood up suddenly, she was fighting back. "My Awakening," The woman called out, her voice was soft but one could hear the pain from her voice, "Scroll of the Twin flame." She tried, she fell back on her knees, "Find it!" Her voice came out in Lyra's mind.