Christian and Arsenio felt it even before it happened. The unrest in her. Her anxiety, her pain and her ultimate submission. They felt the wind pick up speed, the air turn violent. Lashing against their skins. They watched the sun cower behind the clouds in fear and the darkness fall on earth.
A slow fire began to lick on their skins, submerging the air with the stench of charred skin and the rotting smell of death.
Everything was responding to her distress.
The two men leapt to her room, they had to calm her before something worse happened. Daniel looked up as the first drop of rain squeezed its way to his lip, tasting the anguish. Tasting the hint of darkness within it laced so beautifully with fading light. Tasting so much love and consumption, as if he was Athena himself. A sudden image of Christian's chained bleeding body flashed in front of his eyes.
Another drop fell.
As did another image. Arsenio with desperate love in his eyes trying to save her.
And another.
