32. Scythe

Chapter 32

Scythe

A s I allow myself to take back control, my cock pulses in memory of Aurelia and those hungry pink lips taking me so perfectly. There is a roaring in my ears and a tempest in my blood. I squeeze my eyes shut, and when I open them, the horde of ghosts and goblins has multiplied tenfold. They scream at me, shrieking insane, murderous thoughts.

My reality slides sideways.

I mutter under my breath, "My name is Scythe Kharkorous, and I am real. My brother is Savage Fengari, my brother is Xander Drakos, my brother is Lyle Pardalia. I am real. The ghouls are not. I am alive. They are not. I am real. They are not. I am alive. They are not."

A hand grips my forearm. My power surges, ready to attack until my skin scalds.

"Real?" I ask.

The heat increases and the smell of burnt flesh wrenches me back and brings the empty car park of The Jewel of the Jungle into sharp focus.

It's Xander clutching my arm, his dragon-fire burning my skin. "Real," he growls.

I tamper my power down and inhale deeply. The air is cold. My feet are on the ground. And there is no one here to see that I've lost my shit completely. I place my hand over his in thanks.

"Take me to sea," I rasp. "Take me now."

Without further question, my bond-brother explodes into his dragon form, picks me up in his right claw and launches into the sky.