Sinful's Lust

Chapter Twenty Six

Word Count: 1628

~Millicent

Sound buzzes persistently in my ear.

My head is spinning, a sour taste on my tongue. All I can register is heat, beating down relentlessly upon my back, right through whatever sheer outfit I must be wearing. My face is pressed against dirt...or maybe that's sand. It's burning hot, whatever it is, it coats the inside of my mouth, turning it uncomfortably dry, only accelerating my thirst.

Memories flood into my mind all at once, making me wince. I'm not exactly sure where I am, as that was never a part of the plan. All I know is I'm not longer with the Moon, but on immortal soil.

We executed the plan what feels like days ago, but clearly was only seconds. We got everyone together, they harnessed their magic, and here I am, Lucy having taken my place. The magic still vibrates through me, my own having been stilled to the point I doubt it works anymore.

I force myself to look up.

I'm in a desert. Red sand slopes up and down for miles to see, glimmering with golden specks under the relentless sunlight. Heaving myself up onto my knees, I notice a body lying on its back beside me. It's Kyser, half his face practically buried in the sand. Crawling over to him, I grab his bare arm, feeling how hot his skin is under my touch. How long have we been here?

"Kyser, wake up," I say, but my voice is hoarse, my tongue heavy in my mouth. He shakes his head a few times, red sand spraying from his hair and onto my lap. If even frames his eyelashes, which flutter open as he looks up at me.

I gasp at the sight.

"Your eyes, the aren't white anymore...I mean they are, but you have pupils again," I mutter in disbelief, helping him into a sitting position. His eyes, once fully glazed over with milky irses are now pierced with darkness. As he forces himself into a sitting position, I realise he looks completely different. Not completely, but his hair is now faded from a brilliant white to a cloudy grey.

He reaches up, touching his eyelids. "My power is gone."

I wanted to ask more questions about how his magic manifests, but I stop myself. His voice is as hoarse as mine, suggesting we both need water desperately. We are both hardly even immortal now, with our powers limited, so we need to act as soon as we can before we die in this desert.

"There's a city in this distance. I think we should head that way," I mutter, wishing some moisture onto my tongue, but there is none. Why couldn't Sinful have brought us somewhere more civilized?

Kyser and I help each other to our feet, our ankles sinking below the line of sand. I watch him look around, holding his hand up to shield his eyes. I can hardly believe I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere with him, and not my mate. Where Sinful is, I have no idea, but thoughts creep into my mind pertaining to Sinful doing this and then abandoning me. I know it's not likely, but I can't help as it runs rampantly through my head.

"We are in Karma's territory. That city over there is the only one in this place. The people that live there are less than admirable," Kyser says sourly, but the tone is practically lost on his dry tongue.

Karma. I've heard little about the immortal, other than that she is a little crazy.

We start our walk towards the city at a slow trudge, the sand dragging around our ankles, the heat weakening our muscles, but Kyser still speaks. "The people in the city aren't the most civilized, so hopefully won't see us any differently from the crowd. I know of a place we could go here that will keep us safe until we decide what to do."