28. Twenty-Eight

Twenty-Eight

Willow

What the hell is wrong with me?

I don't know what's going on, but I've been more emotional since bonding with Caspian than I have since I first arrived and didn't realize there was a bond growing in me. I thought this shit was supposed to disappear. I was supposed to be balanced, stable, and not sitting on the bathroom floor crying like a lunatic.

Of course not, though.

Something shifted in me when I used everything I possess to hit the Summum-Master and I've been unsettled since. Everything makes me want to cry and cuddle up on the guys' laps. I get so overwhelmed. I want to scream. And it's only getting worse.

I've resorted to shutting it down because I'm moments away from snapping for no reason. Well, I do have a couple legitimate reasons, but for the most part, everything that keeps bothering me is silly. Like I was moments from crying this morning when Caspian gave me that rose. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to throw myself at him in a fit of tears.

Then when he yelled at me—well, yelled is a touch dramatic—spoke firmly to me, I really did lose it. I've had to suck it up all day so I wouldn't pull some shit like that again.

Fucking ridiculous.

The logical thing to do is clear my mind, settle myself down so I can focus on what's important. But am I doing that? Nope. I'm obsessively, and I do mean frantically obsessing over the four, well, three presents in front of me.

As the gift I'm trying to make for Draken breaks again, so do I. Stupid, useless tears stream down my face as I hold the remnants of the ring in my hand. It's dumb and silly, but I became overpowered tonight with the need to give them something, express my love. I feel like I'm going to suffocate if I don't do something for all of them. So thanks to my new little upgrade, I had the brilliant idea of making them rings that are infused with all my elements and gifts that can manifest into something like they made my bracelet.

This little project, though, is going to be the death of me or I'm going to end up exploding in this bathroom like a bomb. I've been blocking my emotions and thoughts as best as I can because they're chaos at this point. I'd probably give the guys a heart attack if they sensed everything going on with me right now.

They know I like to take leisurely baths, but I'm pushing it at this point. I did take a bath like I said I was going to, but now, I've been on the floor for an hour, trying to get these rings right.

Please, for the love of fucking everything, Elementra, just work with me.

Blowing out a steady breath, trying to calm myself down, I try once more.

First, I call up my earth to build the foundation of the ring. It needs to be strong, indestructible. Because this one is Draken's, I form small little red crystals that symbolize our bond and shape them into a dragon that looks like it's flying around the ring, chasing a silver one.

For Corentin, I used blue fine-cut gems to make the shape of a coffee mug. Everyone who sees it will know what it means. It's our thing. It's more than him just making my favorite drink to perfection. He listens to all my needs and goes above and beyond to make sure I have everything I could possibly need or want. He's my guiding light, starting from the moment I open my eyes in the morning till well past the time they close at night.

With Tillman's, I used different shades of green to form a tree. It looks like the tree in the clearing that hides and holds his escape that he's made ours. It's our sanctuary. At the bottom of the tree, I put in one purple gem that represents the Willowrrie flower he helped me plant. He'll teach me how to tend to it on my own, but he'll also care for it tenderly, strengthen it, make it become its most independent self, just like he does me.

And for Cas, throughout his whole ring, I embedded white light that randomly burst through the shadows that take up the entire surface. When the light shines through, you catch a glimpse of my purple flame, and my air element keeps the shadows moving constantly. I'll always show him the way home to me.

Tying all the components together perfectly then solidifying everything is what I've been struggling with. They each fell apart like ten times before I finally got it to work and I'm going to snap if it happens again.

Calling on my air, I lift the ring off the ground and have it hover in front of me so both of my hands are free. Then I bring up both dragons, positioning them just slightly off the base. I use my flame next to coat the silver dragon, so it looks like me.

Releasing my breath and clutching my fist to keep my hands from shaking, I weave together strands of my light, shadows, and water. I gently place the braid of gifts and element behind the dragons because when they cross together like this, it looks like they're flying in a shady forest above a stream. I don't get my hopes up just yet when it doesn't fall apart because this next part is where I seem to fuck it all up.

As softly as I possibly can, I blow just a small amount of air behind everything and wait.

After the dragons soar around the ring for the third time, I release a watery laugh. I quickly command my earth to seal the ring up tight and the clear covering solidifies the walls, embedding it all but allowing it to flow freely as I intended.

And once again, I break down in tears.

"Little wanderer, you about done in there?" Draken calls through the door and I quickly put his ring in the red box I made him.

"Yeah, I'm coming out now," I say as calmly as I can.

Get your shit together. What is wrong with you?

Gathering up the blue, green, white, and red boxes, I stand, haphazardly wiping the tears from my face and running my fingers through my hair. Why I'm so nervous and worked up, I don't know but hopefully giving them these presents will calm whatever meltdown my bond seems to be having.

Barreling out the door like my ass is on fire, I stop mid-step when they all turn to look at me. Pressure builds in my eyes again and I clear my throat, blinking rapidly as I look down at my feet to clear them away.

"I-I made you all something," I stutter.

"You made us presents?" Draken asks excitedly and it settles my erratic heart.

"Yeah," I whisper shyly, moving to stand in front of Corentin first.

"Thank you, princess," he says, tilting my chin up and laying a sweet kiss to my lips before opening his box.

When he sees the ring, his body flinches, then fills with tension. I grow more and more nervous, embarrassed, as he stays silent. I don't know if he hates it, loves it, or what until his body begins to deflate and his eyes soften. He gently runs his finger over the mug tenderly, and I release the breath I'd been holding.

"It's okay if you don't want to wear it. I'll understand," I say softly. I was so consumed with my own obsessive need to do something, I didn't even consider how particular he is about what he wears.

"I'll wear it every day, princess. For the rest of my life," he says sweetly, passing it over to me and holding his hand out for me to slide it on. Once it's in place, he pulls me into him, gripping my hair at the base of my neck, and I fall into the embrace.

When he breaks free first, I instinctively chase for more, but he chuckles and turns me to where Tillman's now crowding my back. During our kiss, they've all moved their positions to surround me.

"Little warrior," he says as I place the green box that looks so small in his massive hand.

"You can have a piece of me wherever you go."

Those shimmering emerald eyes nearly make my knees buckle when they meet mine. Pair that with the dazzling rare smile he's wearing and I'm about to be a puddle at his feet. As he offers me his hand, I slide the ring on and instantly he wraps my neck in his hand, admiring the way it looks.

Tilting my head back, I give myself over to the sensation of safety that he bestows on me every time he touches me.

"What do you have for me, little Primary?" Cas says when Tillman turns me to him.

With shaky hands, I pass his box over and a wisp of his shadow wraps around my wrist, calming my tremors. He keeps his eyes on the ring and when a burst of my light shines through the shadows, a small smirk forms on his lips.

"I'll follow your light, little Primary," he says, crowding himself into me and leaning down.

"I'll meet you in the dark, Cas," I mumble the promise against his lips, then press mine fully against his. The chill of his skin soothes my heat, and I shiver as he deepens the kiss.

When he breaks from me with a smile against my lips, I turn to the last of my men, and I can barely contain the waterworks. Instead of calming down, I seem to only be getting worse. Draken's sweet, warm smile is going to be my undoing.

"Last but not least, little wanderer," he says softly, wiping away my stray tear.

"Never least, dragon. You feed my soul."

Opening his box, his smile only grows and his laugh brings my heart so much happiness it feels like it's going to burst open and spill out everywhere. He gently presses the ring to his lips before passing it to me like it's the most precious thing he's ever been given. When I slide it in place, he wraps his hand around mine and pulls me into him.

"Everything's going to be okay, sweetness," he whispers as he kisses away the streams of tears.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, Draken."

"Nothing's wrong. Nothing at all," he says so convincingly, I have a feeling he knows more than he's leading on to.

"Do you know why I'm an emotional mess?"

"Yeah, little wanderer. I do," he says with a slow smile.

"Tell me how to make it better, please," I beg. I'll do anything to settle this craziness that I thought was over.

"The elements become one, the world becomes clear, sweetness. You need to make us one."

"But we…"

My words trail off as the overwhelming emotion that's been plaguing me for two days now comes crashing down. Except they don't come in a wave of tears. Not only do I know what he's referring to, but my body, my bond, my soul does, and that desperate need for them suddenly makes sense.

To truly become one, we must be one together.

We aren't complete yet.

Draken's smile turns from charming to hungry and I restrained myself from jumping on him. He sees in written across my face as my eyes dilate and my heart pounds. Spinning me so I'm facing away from him, he moves my hair to the side and lays kisses up my neck until he reaches my ear.

"Go get him, sweetness. Bring the king to his knees."

Taking a slow, measured step toward Corentin, I command my earth to strip me bare. I let his darkened whiskey eyes devour every inch of me. The longer that controlled, intense gaze takes me in, the hotter, needier my skin grows. When I can't take his restraint anymore, I pounce.

He catches me easily as my legs wrap around his waist and my fingers find their way into his perfectly styled hair. His hand dances up my spine, causing me to arch, but he snatches me back to him, tangling his tongue with mine. I moan into his mouth as he kisses me without limits. Every bit of control, restraint, to-do list melts away to nothingness as he gives himself fully to me.

"You need us, princess. Is that what's wrong? You need your men?"

"Yes," I breathe as we fall back into my bed, and I strip him of his clothes. I don't need the buildup, the foreplay. I need him buried in me. Whatever Draken's words awakened isn't going to be satisfied until I have them. All of them.

I damn near come off the bed when he circles my clit with the tip of his cock. I'm so fucking sensitive. The need coursing through me is practically painful, and not the good kind. A strangled whimper falls from my mouth as he continues to run his dick through my wetness. This pain has me on the verge of tears if he doesn't do something about it now.

"Eyes on me, princess, I've got you," Corentin commands and as soon as I obey, he slams into me.

"Corentin." His name pours from my lips on a husky breath as he holds himself still as deep inside of me as he can get. I try to buck my hips, but he just holds me in place.

"Fuck, you're so tight. What are you doing to me, princess?" He grunts, pulling out and slamming back in.

Part of me knows he's seriously asking because I feel it too. The second he was inside of me, that pain shifted to a potent need that's seeping through my skin, infecting the room.

A harsh hiss has my gaze whipping to the rest of my Nexus and my pants come faster. They're standing around the edge of the bed like hungry lions waiting to attack their next meal.

I'm the meal. They're going to consume me.

Draken's biting his fist like it's taking everything in him to hold himself back from plastering his mouth somewhere on my body and I bite my lip, picturing that pleasure.

Caspian's shadows are twirling between his twitching fingers, and I know he wants to command them to tie me up. That dark, dark promise has me groaning.

I find myself falling into Tillman's green eyes. They're calm, centered, but the second I wither when Corentin slams into me again, that formidable fortress comes crashing down.

"Touch her."

Corentin's command to the others makes me moan and his hand grips my jaw, forcing my gaze back to his. I scream for him as his thrust grows faster. My legs wrap around him, begging him to fill me deeper, and his fingers lace with mine as he pins my arms above my head.

I'm completely at his mercy and I beg, pant, plead for more of him as his moves become frantic, harder. His grip on my hands and his body pounding mine into the mattress are enough to restrain me. All I can do is take the pleasure he's wringing out of me.

I feel the others' hands, mouths, elements gliding across my body, pushing me closer to the edge, but I'm fully consumed with Corentin. I can't get enough of him as he fucks me like a man possessed.

The tension slithering across my skin and the pressure in my chest builds like a hurricane biding its time in the ocean. Building and building until it's ready to make landfall and I give myself over to the destructive storm.

My light bursts free, commanding his to follow, and when the two collide, the most fearsome ecstasy sweeps through me. I scream his name to the sky as my pleasure tips the two of us over. My name rumbling from his chest is a prayer answered and for a moment, everything else ceases to exist.

Pleasure, only pleasure is to be found as I feel his soul stitching itself to mine. I see only him, feel only him. His light burns through every part of me.

For a brief moment, that suffocating need calms, and I bathe in the feeling of whatever it is clicking into place. My lungs release the deepest of breaths and for the first time in days, some of the pressure in my chest relents.

Clarity seeps into Corentin's eyes like he just felt whatever that was as well and he smiles down at me sweetly. Showering me in loving kisses, but unlike him, the relief I felt mere seconds ago is done. It's being blown away with another force of nature.

"Tillman."

My gentle giant easily scoops my body up and switches our positions. He doesn't waste a second slamming me down on his dick, contradicting the description I just called him. He impales me so fucking fully I feel him in my gut.

He may be allowing me to be on top, but I'm not in charge. All I can do is balance myself on his chest while his massive hands grip my ass and bounce me up and down however he wants.

Fuck, it's too much.

"It's not too much, little warrior. This pussy is mine and you can take everything I give you."

As if he needs to prove his point, make me believe I can take everything he decides to give me, his element glosses across the room and suddenly there're unbearable sensations everywhere.

He's armed his brothers with beautiful torture devices of his choosing and they each do as they please with them. Draken's mouth latches onto one nipple while he attaches a clamp to the other. Repeatedly tugging and releasing in a maddening pattern that my mind can't keep up with.

Corentin's finger is coated in a ridged glove and every time one of those nubs hits my clit, I nearly bounce off Tillman's dick in an attempt to get away. He doesn't allow me to, though. His punishing grip on my hip just tightens as he buries himself deeper inside of me.

Slamming me down and holding me still, I whimper, begging for him to pick his ruthless pace back up and keep fucking me into oblivion. Then I feel it.

A wet, chilled tip of something circles my ass and my whole body tenses. Caspian's been preparing me for this, but I don't think I'm ready and fear has me frozen.

"Easy, little warrior. It's just a toy. Let him work it in. You're gonna see how it fills to be full of me everywhere."

Tillman's deep, sultry voice has my body trembling on top of him, and now all I can think about is his cock and a toy of his making filling me to the brim. I want that more than anything.

Caspian's hand pushes my upper body down until I'm chest to chest with Tillman, and his fingertips slowly trail up and down my spine. His dick twitches impatiently inside of me, causing my pussy to clench around him.

Slowly, Caspian pumps the tip of the toy in and out of my ass and the stretch is too much. It's far more than what his shadows did.

My thighs immediately clamp together around Tillman's hips, but he softly shushes me, pumping his hips gently as Corentin picks up his strokes around my clit. My body gives in to the sensations as they become mouth-wateringly delicious and as soon as I completely relax, Caspian slips the toy all the way in.

A fever breaks out across my skin and a scream leaves me that has Tillman groaning. He's literally everywhere right now. Even if his brothers are the ones commanding his creations, it's only him I feel.

He can't hold himself back any longer from fucking me like he wants to, and my fingernails dig into his chest, fighting to hold on just so I can take everything he's offering me. My gentle giant is long gone and below me is a fucking savage who treats my pussy far differently than he treats me. I'll be lucky if I can walk after this.

"Fuck me. Fuck, little warrior," he grits out through his clenched jaw, and I feel his muscles tensing. There's so much pressure building in my lower belly, I feel like I'm being buried beneath a mountain.

He pulls himself all the way out and as soon as he thrusts back into me, holding me down to grind against him, I shatter to pieces.

Stars burst from behind my eyes and our gifts slam out of each other with no command from us as they go plundering through each other's mind. There's not a moment in time he could hide from me, nor can I as our gifts expand far beyond reaches we've ever met. After sifting through years of privacy, till there's not a shred of secrecy left, the fabric of our beings weave together.

His soul nestles itself beside Corentin's and its calm, gentle sowing relieves all the pressure that was just weighing me down. The mountain I was just buried under is nothing more than a bucket of sand. If I wanted to, I could mold that into a castle for us.

Shadows wrap around my waist, lifting me off Tillman as soon as we break our kiss, and I find myself being tied up from the ceiling. My arms stretch far above my head and the tip of my big toe barely touches my bed as Tillman's and Corentin's combined cum drips down my legs.

Caspian stands at the edge of the bed, admiring his handiwork while his brothers stand beside him. I'm like a live model that they can position however they want, then put me on display for their viewing pleasure.

"Naughty little Primary." He tsks as his shadows swirl around his feet, lifting him up on the bed until he's face to face with me. "Holding a piece of yourself from us while we've just grown more obsessed."

"I didn't know. And you're no more obsessed than I already am." I pant.

It's the Elementra honest truth. These men are fucking maddening and I'm beyond a lost cause. There's no part of me they don't own. My mind, body, literal soul is theirs. I give it all to them willingly. They make me whole.

A devilish smirk spreads across his lips as he begins to drift away from me and I arch my body to follow, but his shadows tighten around me, halting my movements. Only at his discretion am I brought forward until he has me dangling between the four of them in the center of the room.

His shadows swirl in sharp movements around his body and when they sink into his skin, there's no clothing left behind. Just inked, scarred, and sculpted perfection. My mouth grows dry as he grips his dick in his hand and takes slow, measured steps toward me.

Each step matches the tempo he's stroking his cock.

A cock that should be inside of me right now.

I see the look in his eye. He's teasing me. Trying to drive me as mad as I make him.

"Cas." My tone is drenched in desire, but it carries a hint of warning as well. My soul is merely entertaining my delusion of control right now. It's desperate for the piece of him that I na?vely thought I already owned.

"I should make you watch me pleasure myself, Primary. Punishment for not giving me every part of yourself when we bonded."

He knows just as well as I do that this was a surprise, just another obstacle course set in front of us that goes against everything they know and what I've been taught. Our souls were supposed to stitch together when we bonded, and I thought they did, but the first two rounds with the men of my Nexus have proved otherwise.

His taunt hits the mark, though. He did it on purpose to provoke me and he's easily ready for me when I attack.

The second I command my shadows to break through his, he has me by the throat pressed into the bed and slams into me in one fluid motion. I didn't even see him coming and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it now. Nor is there anything I want to do about it as he finally feeds my body exactly what it needs.

His pace is punishing, and the room fills with the sound of him crashing into me relentlessly. I wrap my hand around his wrist, urging him to squeeze just a little more, just enough that my vision darkens on the edges and all I see is him.

He answers my silent plea with a sly smirk and a twitch in his fingers that has me begging him even more. I need my dark and damaged protector to possess me, consume me. Break me apart, then put all my pieces back together again.

He does just that multiple times over as he gets me so close to the cliff that I see the promising bottom, then he snatches me back by his shadows and makes me start all over again.

"Please, Cas. Please." My words plead for mercy as my flesh begs for a release. His dark laugh sends shivers down my spine and my already painfully hard nipples grow even harder inside the hot mouth that's attached to them.

"I do love when you beg me, Primary."

Using his shadows to tilt my hips up, he switches the angle of his cock and I scream as he glides across my G-spot. The tight hold my pussy has on him snatches him right off the edge of the cliff with me and we dive into our release.

Suddenly, we're bathed in darkness as our gifts storm from our bodies. A heavy weight presses in all around me to the point I can't breathe and the only thing keeping me from absolutely panicking is Caspian's soft voice.

"I've got you, Primary…Break the chains," he murmurs, laying kisses across my neck, my face, everywhere his lips can touch.

My racing heart is torn between the fucking unspeakable pleasure coursing through me and the total fear that's trying to take hold because my body isn't listening to me. I don't know what's going on.

"The chains, sweet Willow, break them for us. Set us free," he whispers against my lips, then captures my mouth in an all-consuming kiss.

The clanking of metal rings in my ears when I try to wrap my arms around him, and I realize our gifts have solidified. Locking us together. The second I acknowledge them, I gasp into his mouth.

They shatter around us as Caspian's soul bombards its way through me like a damn tidal wave to get to its spot. With much more ease and understanding, mine snuggles itself inside of him, caressing and smoothing out the area. The light that fills his eyes is blinding and tension seeps out of him through every pore.

"Now I'm whole, Primary," he breathes as he lays his forehead to mine. Gently, he sits up, pulling me with him, and with more tender care than I thought possible, he hands me over to my dragon.

"First and last. I'll take it, little wanderer," he teases, but I hear the barely restrained desire. Just that little growl has everything in me pulsing, ready to burn for him.

First bond. Last soul.

"Tell me how you knew," I say softly as he lays me on my back.

"That moment in the woods. When I felt your power, my dragon sent me an impression that I deciphered as it was your soul searching for ours. As soon as I acknowledged that, I knew it was true. Then everything started making more sense as I kept singing your lullaby to myself every night. We had to all be together for our souls to become one."

It's written in the depths of those cobalt blues he didn't tell anyone the truth because he was protecting my peace, my freedom to choose. He was giving me and Caspian time to bond without any added pressure on either of us. He was waiting for me, my body, and my soul to be ready.

"Thank you, Draken."

"Anytime, Willow."

He slowly pushes into my aching core and the predatory smile he gives me while he watches my body adjust to another dick has a purr leaving my lips.

"Fuck, I wish I could bottle up that sound." He curses under his breath as his dragon forces his way to share the surface and my pussy tightens around him.

He growls as he shifts his body, and his hands move to where they're gripping my hips. The feeling of his thumb caressing my mating mark sends fire shooting through my veins and I cry out in ecstasy as everything in me comes alive.

Over and over, he draws out and slams into me, dominating every part of me and claiming everything he demands to be his. There's something sinfully sexy about allowing myself to be his prey in the bedroom when everywhere else I'm a predator. I love how he's the most powerful creature in this realm, and he uses my body how he sees fit but forces everyone else to treat me as a goddess amongst men.

Testing his dominance to see if he'll let me, I lift my hips and thrust in time with his. When he doesn't immediately growl or stop me, I take my opportunity while I can. Everything he gives me, I give it right back. I claim him as thoroughly as he's claiming me.

Fingers, mouths, elements, gifts, you name it touch every surface of my exposed skin and I feel it all, crave it all, but the shining silver mark where Draken's neck meets his shoulder demands my attention. Every part of me insists I put my mouth on it.

Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I pull him down to me until I can reach it. I kiss, bite, suck every inch of it. I worship it like he so fucking magically worships me and I bask in the harsh breaths falling from his chest, knowing I'm causing him to come undone.

A feral sound leaves the back of his throat as I continue to lavish his mark with my love, and he fucks me harder and harder. My screams are muffled as I bury my face into his neck, and I tighten around him as I have no other option but to hold on to him and take every solid inch he's giving me.

"Come for me, sweetness," he purrs and my back arches as fire skates down my spine.

His pace increases as he drives himself into me and my head spins. My dragon beats her wings frantically in my chest, then my flames burst free.

He comes apart with a roar of my name and his flames lick across every inch of my body, cutting the two of us off from the others. Searing heat drives into my hip where he clenches me almost to the point of painful, but as my orgasm rips through me, leaving my body too heavy to lift, I just give myself over to the heat. I burn in it and wait to be reborn from the ash.

Our fire sinks into each other's skin and we groan as the warm threads stitch their spots on our souls. What the flames leave behind is beyond a mark, it's a permanent brand never to be removed.

"Little wanderer," Draken whispers as he slowly trails his fingertips down my side, causing me to hiss. Pushing myself up with what little strength I have left, I immediately have to hold back a sob.

The scars that littered across my hip are gone, and they've been replaced with a seared impression of Draken's hand. Right in the middle of his palm, shining brighter than the stars in the sky, lie the perfect silver teeth imprints of my mating mark. Not only is it completely visible, but it looks brand new.

"Draken, how—"

I don't get to finish my question when suddenly I lose my voice, control of my limbs, my mind. Everything goes blank as I slowly rise into the air. My soul shifts and all my gifts stir around inside of me as if they're trying to get comfortable or maybe free. I'm not sure. I hear the guys yelling my name, trying to get me down, but nothing is working.

Panic sets in as my control over everything inside of me starts slipping and I clutch it all as tightly as I can. I cry out, closing my eyes and gritting my teeth as it becomes so painful, dark spots start coloring my vision.

"Let go, Ultima unum."

Power crashes through me like a summer storm, sudden, brutal, unforgiving as it rains down and my entire being vibrates with the energy behind it. The fickle pressure in my chest that has come and gone countless times from the moment I stepped foot in this realm leaks out of me in slow dripples of color.

Let go.

With a cry of relief, I throw my head back and my hands out beside me, letting my gifts, my elements burst free and flow into the hearts of the men that connect them all to me. I burst through the barrier that's been blocking the stream of my soul and everything snaps into place with a deafening click.

My body shakes and trembles as the power pours freely between the five of us and the more give and take that comes from us, the more balanced I feel. Each return of their gift, their magic, their element, sets another part of me right and I bask in the feeling of harmony that I've never had the pleasure of experiencing before.

As the last cycle of power filters through me, the colors that connect us all slink their way back into my chest and as the last of the threads of magic disappear into my heart, gravity relinquishes its hold and I freefall toward the floor.

I prepare for impact that never comes because I'm caught on a bed made of air, earth, water, and fire. Each of my men stand at a point, surrounding me as their elements flow from their fingertips, cocooning me in a bed of safety. My gaze scans across their smiling faces and the weight that's been lifted from them is tangible.

They're balanced too.

Resting my head back on the elemental mattress as they begin to pull me in, I blow out a subtle breath, murmuring to them as darkness takes hold.

"We're one."