Hellfire. Is. On. My. Hand. And I'm completely freaking the fuck out!
"Woah! Does it hurt?" Roxy reaches out her fingers to touch the black flames but Drac rips her arms back while Darren screams for her to stop.
"How is this not killing me? Oh fuck, am I going to slowly die? What did you do, Drug?" I'm panicking yet frozen to my spot. I want to shake my hand like I'm a human with a spider crawling on me but I'm afraid to accidently throw the flame and kill someone.
Drug pulls his hand from mine and with his natural heat away from the bottom of my hand I'm able to feel the heat of the flame. It doesn't hurt me in any way but that still doesn't calm my fears. My blood is rushing and my breathing is choppy. Why didn't the flame die when he moved his hand?
"Calm yourself, Ronny. We control Hellfire with our minds. A panicked mind is chaotic therefore your fire will reflect that."
Okay, that is not helping at all.
Breathe, sister. You got this. Breathe and slow your thoughts.Rory's soothing voice fills my head.
"Yeah, Ron. Breathe in and out slowly and once it's gone we'll kick this poodle's hairy ass for acting without thinking." Roxy chimes aloud, making Drug snarl next to me. Her hiss in return makes me smile despite the fear.
I close my eyes and do as my sisters and Drug said, calming my mind and picturing the flame dissipating. As soon as I focus on the thought, I feel the flame leave my palm.
"Bravo, Ronny. You did good." Drug's praise makes me blush but to cover it up I punch him on the arm.
"Don't do that again! I could have killed someone!"
He shrugs like it's no big deal and his stupidly sexy smirk makes my heart flutter.
Through the blood and grime on him, I can see the yellow flecks in his green eyes and his long lashes make them pop against his tan skin. The scruff along his jaw is sexy and tempting, begging for my fingers. I remember feeling the roughness on my neck as we danced together. I've never, in my hundred plus years, been so turned on while dancing with someone.
His grip on my throat was tight enough to keep the oxygen to my brain from flowing and combining that with his very large and hard cock grinding against my ass... everything was so much more intense.
I squeeze my thighs together just thinking about it.
Judging by how his nose flares and his eyes glow, I'm guessing he knows where my thoughts went. The haze of lust becomes a bubble around Drug and I; a veil between us and the world and everything around us becomes insignificant.
A whispered,oh shit, makes me jump in my seat. I completely forgot everyone else, just the way it happened at the club. Looking at Darren I see he's staring at us in what can only be described as awe.
I look down at myself to make sure I didn't slip a nip in my hazy lust and that's when I notice the tiny sparks along my skin. It looks like little lightning bolts gliding along the peach fuzz of my exposed skin but it's gone quickly.
"You really are her source or maybe it's the bond that is her source. How can this be?" Darren draws a rune in the air while whispering a spell and quickly his glamor is in place. No longer red but smooth chocolate skin and light brown eyes. I'll never get over how handsome my adopted dad is.
Plopping down on the chair across from us, he says, "Tell me everything. From the moment the bond was started to now."
We spend the next hour and half going over every detail we can remember and the men fill in the blanks where we totally backed out. To say that I'm freaked about these new abilities is a gross understatement.
Having the gift of sight is most definitely not a known ability for Vocem Sanguinis. We have strength, cloaking and teleportation. Aside from that, we're not supposed to have magic... Unless that's what the Elders want us to think.
"What if the Elders are the reason mom and dad are gone? What if they've been imprisoned or worse?" Roxy asks.
"If you had asked me this a month ago, I wouldn't have entertained the thought but you three are oracles and your sight can be trusted. It's straight and not hidden in parables or riddles. Gifted oracles haven't been seen since the curse was partly broken by the Elders some one hundred years after you boys captured William Crow and his followers."
Wow, so these guys really are the Hound Witches from the stories. How fucking wild is that?
"Why did you say my brothers and I were thought to be extinct?"
"Perhaps it's another fabrication from the Elders but you three, the Hound brothers, were said to have been dead alongside the original Crows. The tale is that the Hound brothers died once their vengeance was had. Yes, we know Hellhounds are well and alive but you three... are said to be dead."
Everyone stays quiet a moment, processing everything that's been said. It's not very surprising that this has happened but it's still fucked up that the Elders would lie about this. I mean, aren’t they supposed to hold true to the beauty of each race?
"Why would they do this to us?" Roxy's voice is soft and sad; it fuels my anger. They took my little sister's sinister smile and replaced it with a broken despondent look. Out of us sisters, Roxy always loved doing the bidding of the Elders. She felt that one day, there'd be recognition for us and maybe then our parents would want her.
Rory and I never had the heart to burst her bubble.