HIS SIN
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~Millicent

No remedy to this situation comes to mind.

Kyser is set in front of me, utterly unconscious. Two of the girls linger around, waiting for me to summon powers from within me that don't currently exist. But I have to save Kyser. I need to heal him, because without him, I don't know how I will survive down here. Maybe I can heal him with what knowledge of the body I have, but I'm doubtful that will do anything.

"I can't, I'm not lying. Please, you need to get him a doctor otherwise he will die," I beg, feeling a cry raise up within my throat. I refuse to let it spill out, but it pushes at me, threatening to burst out at any moment. I let that fuel me, to get me angry. Maybe I can get out of these binds with force alone.

The girl taps her foot impatiently. "His head trauma is beyond repair. Either you harness your magic, or he dies. And when he dies, you'll die too. It's your choice."

I stare down at his head of white hair, stained ruby red. I'm sorry Kyser.

Kyser is going to die, but it's not going to be for nothing. I'm going to get out of these binds and I'll fight my way out of here. I'm dehydrated, hungry, and weak, and likely don't stand a chance against them all. But I'm not going to leave here without a fight, even if that means hurting someone, which is against all my morals.

Things change when you're in the immortal realm. These people don't believe in me, withhold my beliefs, so I won't feel guilty for hurting someone to get the hell out of here.

"You're going to regret-"

Before I can finish my sentence, a hot sensation on my wrists make me yelp. Something is burning through the rope that ties me to this chair, giving me a chance to rip my hands free. It takes me a moment to realise I can move because of magic. My own magic, flowing from my skin,my pores and into this immortal world. Pure, unfiltered magic I have never had the chance to use on the Moon.

I throw my hands forward out of instinct, pulling myself from the chair. A ripple of power, completely transparent, blasts through the air, knocking the two girls in front of me onto their backs. I stand there, stunned, as I'm approached with the fact that I just used magic, and the girls on the floor aren't moving.

Kyser.

Falling onto my knees, I pull myself away from the deadly thought that I might have just killed those girls, and focus on the unconscious man before me. He looks so young, seeing him in such a vulnerable state. White strands of hair dust his forehead, eyes closed. It's strange seeing him like this, knowing his life is completely in my hands.

The most powerful aspect of my power has always been my healing ability. I graced some mortals with it at times, knowing it to be one of my greatest gifts. So as I place my hand upon Kyser's chest, I feel a surge of confidence stream through me.

I can save him. I hope...

I'm not used to using my powers, as I never had to very often, but this feels natural, as it ebbs from my fingers and into his body. I can practically feel the life being breathed back into him.

Kyser suddenly gasps, making me flinch back, stealing my hand back against my chest. He sits up, looking around wildly. Once he sees me, his entire body deflates, and he loosens a relieved breath, reaching out for me.

I'm not sure what reaction I expected, but as he reaches out, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me tightly against him, I realise it's not this. Regardless, I let him rest his face in the crook of my neck, simply glad he's still alive, and I had the ability to bring him back...as much as he confuses me and irritates me.

"You saved me. I can't believe you saved me," Kyser says into my neck, his breath hot against my skin. Maybe it's because it feels so intimidate, but I want to push him away.

No, he's grateful to be alive, that's all.

"Millicent," I hear in the distance. Pulling away from Kyser, I flinch back. The voice sounds familiar, but my first thought it that girls have awoken and are coming to attack us again. But instead, the grinding screech in the distance is the warehouse door opening, light pouring into the dim space. A shadow appears, a figure coming through the door at a quick pace.

"Who's there?" I demand. If someone is here to hurt us, I don't know how I will be able to fight them off. Kyser is weak, and so am I, my magic having drawn out every bit of energy I had left. But I will fight to get us out of here, even if I die doing it.

"It's me. It's Sinful."

Relief floods me, and I'm at a feet in an instance. Pushing away the dizziness, I run towards him, his shadowy form gaining familiarity as I approach. Those lavender eyes, pure and bright and full of relief are a blessing considering everything I've been through. I didn't know when I thought I would see him again, but I never considered it to be now.

Despite all Kyser's warnings, knowing how vulnerable I am right now, I throw myself into his arms. That jasmine scent consumes me, along with his warmth, as he pulls me tightly against his chest.

Safe. I'm finally safe.

"How did you find us?" I ask breathlessly, pulling away enough to look over him. He holds my face in his hands, the sparks coming from his skin making me smile. I didn't think he would come so quick, so having him here is such a nice surprise. It feels like all my problems have washed away into nothingness, despite everything that I just went through.

"I sensed your magic. I was waiting for something to trigger your presence to me, so the moment I felt it, I was on my way," he says.

Kyser wanders up next to us, groaning. At least he's standing, although he looks like he just took a major beating. I only realise it now, as I had missed it in my panic, that his face is swollen around the eyes, small cuts oozing blood. At least the wound on his head would have closed up; I felt it as magic was flowing from my hand.

"Woah. What happened with you?" Sinful questions breezily, looking over Kyser with a careful eye. Around us, bodies are scattered. I'm fairly certain none of them are dead, but I still feel bad. I'm not sure why they did any of this, but I had to do what I had to do.

"I got ambushed on the way to find food," Kyser says, his voice rough and hoarse around the edges. Without his powers, he vulnerable, his wounds proof of that. Maybe since we managed to get my powers back, we could do the same for mine. For me, I had to be in the most desperate situation to bring my powers back from wherever they had been dormant.

Sinful looks me over. "We should leave before someone here finds this place. I'm not in the business of upsetting Karma. She's not the most stable of immortals."

I shiver. Karma doesn't like me very much.

Glancing at Kyser, I nod. In the back of my head, I wonder whether he actually has any desire to continue on with us. He's free now, and even though he told me we need to stay together, he has every option to leave, or stay here where a house. But instead, he nods, stepping forward to grab the fabric of Sinful's shirt, ready to be transported.

As we transport, I let myself relax. It's all over. I'm safe. Right?

***

Sinful stands in between my legs, as I sit upon the counter of his basin.

"It was a nightmare when I arrived back at my estate and you weren't there. I immediately knew the spell had sent you elsewhere," Sinful murmurs.

For such a powerful immortal, he has such a gentle touch. The sunburn which still plagues my skin a day later is the focus of his attention, as he softly applies cream to it with the tip of his finger. I sit here obediently, wincing every now and again. Other than a rope burn on my wrist and a few cuts on my face to accompany the sun burn, I came off a lot better than Kyser.

"How did you harness your magic?" Sinful asks gently. My breath hitches. I've decided, alongside Kyser, that I wasn't going to tell Sinful I managed to use so much magic as to bring Kyser back to life. I just told him I had enough built up power to attack those girls, and that was all. I'm only doing it as self-preservation. I can't trust anyone right now, not even my own mate. Not when I'm in his territory, with all his power.

"Not sure. Just a lot of stress, you know?" I say softly, casting my gaze down to the floor. I'm not lying. That's how I'm assuming I got a hold of all that magic. The desperation to save a life.

"All that matters is now you won't have to use it. I'll keep you safe here," he tells me assuredly.

I simply smile at him, wishing I could believe him.

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