Synn awakened to her hellren at her side. She smiled while fighting the haze from her bold brown eyes. When he finally came into vision the joy that she expressed was instantly cut. Rhage stared over at the empty cradle. Synn immediately sat up. Panic swept through her body sending the most powerful kick to her heart. Clutching the fabric that separated her chest and bare skin she breathed in hard releasing the painful air back out into the quiet room. Rhage only grabbed her free hand that was at her side and squeezed it. Synn returned the gesture and she motioned her lips to speak.
Nothing. Nothing came out. Synn felt an emptiness in her chest and no matter how much she held on it slipped right through her hands. The soft taupe colored room did nothing for the pain that was looming over her life. The air was thin and she felt like she was…dying.
Finally, she took a deep breath.
“Where is he?” Her voice was no higher than a whisper. She thought at one point her hellren didn’t even hear her that was till he too breathed. Rhage’s luscious blonde hair fell slightly in the way of his face and Synn realized that he did it intentionally to cover his eyes. But she had to see them, they were the only thing that could bring her back from where she knew her spirit was going to go. Tugging his hand she asked again. “Rhage, please, where is he? Where’s,” she sniffed, “where’s Anarchy?” Her eyes welled with tears.
Slowly and with all that he had Rhage turned to his shellan. Eyes dimmed and without any sight of brightening he looked into her tear filled eyes and took another breath. He knew that she knew but she needed verbal confirmation. Something he did not want to give. He wished that when the Havers had told him that he had been mistaken. He wasn’t he had Anarachy’s chart in his hands and as he read what happened Rhage felt his life force drift from his body, leaving just a shell of who he once was. Now, he was staring into his mate’s brown eyes wondering how bad it was going to get before it got better.
"He,” Rhage’s chest rose and fell quickly, “he is in the Fade—“
Synn’s scream rattled the entire room. Rhage caught the railing alongside the bed as he felt the floor beneath him tremble. The few paintings that adorned the walls swayed and one framed picture’s glass shattered. Right then he knew she was not done. Nope, not by a long shot. The chair that he had slept in jostled over the green linoleum floor towards the bathroom door. Even the small table in the corner had danced from the wall and was now in the middle of the room like a center piece on a grand table.
And even after Synn had broken his hand as she screamed that it was not so, he held on. He let her have her time. She had bonded with the young and after holding him, looking into his eyes and hearing him coo so did Rhage. His son, his blooded son had passed into the Fade and all he wanted was for his shellan to not be in pain over this.
The door swung open and there was Vishous, followed by Phury and surprisingly Wrath.
Synn’s scream had found them down the hall as they were coming to visit, and they beat feet to the room.
“What’s wrong?” Wrath’s voice was a thunderous boom but Rhage felt it was nothing like what his mate had just released out on the room. “Hollywood, what’s going on? What is wrong with Synnister?” His eyebrows dropped down over his wraparounds and his lips pursed as Rhage just stared at the King.
“The young…” V said softly as his stare latched onto Synn’s. “he’s in the Fade.”
“Did you see this Vishous?” Synn sounded almost like she was accusing V of her young’s death. “Did you know he would leave? DID YOU?” She shouted and the room trembled along with the Brothers.
Vishous took a step closer, “Synn, I…I never saw…my—my visions have not been right.” V sounded guilty. Like he blamed himself too for something he could not control. “I’ve been off…I’m sorry—“
“Just—just don’t, okay?” Synn waved her hand at the brother.
Rhage took Synn by the arms and turned her so she faced him, “Synn,” he spoke with nothing but sadness in his voice, but his strength encased his words, “you cannot blame V for something that was beyond his control. It’s not his fault that Anarchy’s…that his heart was not strong enough.”
Synn froze. All tears? Stopped. Her breath? Nonexistent. His heart was strong, Synn’s mind ran rampant. Her eyes tried to find something else to focus on. “His—his…his heart was fine!” She yelled. “He was a strong male! A true male of worth! He was not weak!” Synn fumbled with the covers as she tried to get out of the bed. “I have to…I have to see him.”
“You can’t.” Rhage moved back as Synn snatched her hands away and placed her feet on the cold sea-green floor. She looked up at him in shock.
"What do you mean I can’t? I am his mahmen! I want to see my—“
“They’ve already prepared his body.” Rhage’s tone was faded. It was as if he was standing on the other end of the world. He looked exhausted Synn noticed. His face was a bit pale and there was a little discoloration around his sea-blue eyes. He needs to feed, Synn thought to herself. She shook off the thought. Rhage would be okay right then. At least his heart was still beating beneath the muscle and tissue that made up his broad chest. The same chest that Anarchy had not long ago rested his seemingly healthy body on. Rhage stood there with his hands to his sides and his jaw grinding. He was getting mad. Synn felt it. At her.
“Perhaps, you guys could give me a few minutes with Synn?” Wrath spoke in a more humbled tone. Which was surprising because he was King, he didn’t nor did he ever speak in such an humbled tone. He stepped over and clapped Rhage on the shoulder. His black hair falling freely along his shoulder and then some down his back. It blended almost perfectly with his leathers. His face was expressionless till he tugged on his brother and inched him in the direction of Vishous and Phury. “Take Hollywood down the hall or something. And bring back something to eat for Synn.”
Rhage growled. He was hurt but still a mated male, telling him how to tend to his female was not something you did. Not even from the King.
“No disrespect brother.” Wrath placed his right hand over his heart. “It was just a suggestion.”
Rhage’s face smoothed out and he nodded. V took his brother by the shoulder and the three males exited the room.
Once the door was closed, the chair Synn had sent across the room quietly slid over and behind Wrath. With a breath he sat down and stared at a still standing Synn. “You may want to sit down.”
Synn didn’t want to sit down. She wanted to see her son’s body. She wanted to hold him once more. She stared at Wrath and then glanced over her shoulder at the door. She could try for the door, but even though the King’s sight was on the brink of being completely gone his senses were totally bad ass.
"You wouldn’t make it,” he chuckled from behind the jet-black wraparounds, “so just sit down and breathe with me.”
Synn remained standing staring at him fury running through her veins. She was sure if Rhage fed from her his Beast would automatically make an appearance.
“SIT DOWN SYNNISTER!” It was now a demand and then and only then did she sit on the bed. Wrath craned his head back and took in a lungful of air only to release it. “Breathe with me Synn.” He said.
Breathing? Was he serious? Breathing was the last thing Synn wanted to think about or even do. She wanted—
“You’re not leaving here till you breathe with me.” Wrath continued to breath in and out. His breath was steady and the count was the same every time.
Fine, she thought. This was the only way she was going to get out of the room. Closing her eyes and allowing her head to crane back ever so slightly she breathed in deeply then released. She felt a bit of her anger leave as the air rushed out of her body. She opened her eyes and looked over at Wrath who was still breathing.
“You’re still not ready.” Wrath never looked over at her. His head was still tilted back. “You are angry and sad and your pain is radiating all within these four walls. We were all becoming affected by it which is why I sent them out. Don’t want Hollywood’s Beast going apeshit over this place.” The right side of his mouth curled a bit but it vanished just as quick as it had appeared. “Now, breathe Synn.”
Synn assumed the same position, head back, eyes closed. And then she began to breathe. With every breath she became more calm. Her shoulders were less weighted. Her legs swayed just a little and then she saw him. A picture of Anarchy’s face came into view from the darkness of where she was. His eyes whirled brown-blue and his smile was so beautiful. Synn caught her breath but kept her eyes closed. If she opened them he would leave and just for a moment she needed to see him. She had to say good-bye in her own way. His small body then appeared and he was so perfect strong arms and legs his chest showing that he would have been built like his father. He was a true male of worth and that is the way she would remember him. Then she grinned when he wiggled his body and she caught glimpse of the red little dragon birthmark on his left thigh. He would have his father with him unto the Fade. Synn felt a cool line draw from the corners of her eyes. She was crying. There was no yelling, no screaming, no shouting. She was letting him go in the way she should. She was keeping him alive through her breath. After another once over she nodded and as if he understood she saw his face until he faded away.
When Synn lifted her head back up Wrath was staring at her. His shades were in his hand and his eyes were fixed on her. Synn had never seen the King’s eyes. They were a very light jade green and his pupils were almost non-existent. They were like tiny pin pricks in the midst of a sea of all that green. He smiled a smile of utter sincerity.
“Are you better now?” He asked.
Synn wiped the damp lines from her puffy cheeks and nodded. “I am.” She noticed that her voice was more raspy than before. Must have been all that yelling and screaming from earlier. “Thank…thank you.”
“No problem, my Brother is very much a part of you. When you hurt, so does he. And when he hurts…so do I.” With a swift move the black sunglasses were upon his face again. Wrath stood and extended his hand. “Now, are you ready to go?”
Synn shook her head. “I’ve seen him.” She smiled remembering his face. “He’s going to be okay. I’ll let Rhage handle the arrangements with his remains.” She looked around the room she’d almost destroyed. A few brief nods she smiled, “I am ready to leave here. I need to get back out and—“
“No fighting.” Rhage came in with a large Papa John’s pizza box and a large drink. “I’m sorry but no, no fighting, it’s too early Synn.” Shaking his head Rhage moved over and stood in front of her. Wrath got up and moved over to the table where Vishous and Phury were already digging into the pizza.
Synn huffed and placed her feet firmly on the floor looking right into her hellren’s eyes. “I’m going to fight—“
“Synn—“
“—and you’re going to fight right by my side.” Before he could react Synn lifted herself up and kissed him.
Rhage knew when Synn’s lips touched his he had lost the argument and hoped that his Brothers had not noticed how easily he caved. The snickers and mumbles from them told him that they did. He’d never live it down. Synn did something with her tongue and he forgot all about them.
Mid-growl Synn pulled back and smiled. “So it’s settled. We fight together, right?”
Rhage held Synn so close they could have been one. He smiled and flashed his fangs, “Okay leelan, we fight together, but for right now let’s take some time off and get you in the training room huh?” He tilted his head and waited for her answer.
She nodded and placed her head on his chest. The black sweat he had on was so soft Synn thought she would have fell asleep standing.
“Well, I surely don’t want my female to have me cave like that.” Vishous laughed out loud.
Rhage held Synn and looked over at his Brother, “Just wait Brother, when she enters your life it won’t even be yours anymore. She’ll own you. Your heart, your soul, every part that makes up your life force will be hers.” Rhage kissed the top of Synn’s head, breathing in the scent of lilacs and jasmine. “And you won’t ever want to take it from her.”
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