Ciylo half turned, keeping an eye on both situations and yelled, "Start talking, what did you tell Marca?"
Half crying, Agassiz said, "Agba told me that Marca and Evil were mated and she was carrying his heir, but as time wore on apparently they," she stopped motioning to Evil and Jarron, "decided he wasn't coming back and are loosely together." Ciylo stared at her, piecing information together but apparently Agassiz thought it was taking too long and she screamed, "Jarron is fucking Marcas mate!!!" Ciylo's face did a number of things but none of which Agassiz saw and just began to shake his head no. "And Agba said that Jarron has held a mind block on Evil for years that Marca commanded him to place there," she finished. As Ciylo stood there dumbfounded, Agassiz took the opportunity and ran towards Rajnos and Jarron again and Ciylo simply let her. Evil had retreated a long way away from the two and Ciylo didn't know if he would be able to read her mind from such a distance. Even with everything else going on, he sunk to his knees and reached out with his powers. Only faintly could he hear her repeating, "Don't kill my son, don't kill my son," and then his chest pain flared and she stopped moving and looked at him from her distance away.
"Ciylo," she whispered in his mind. He was startled but whispered back, "Evil."
"Can you help us?," she pleaded.
"You have a mind block, may I look and see?" he asked quietly. And suddenly it was if he were right there in front of her. Somehow she had bridged their minds and brought him to her and the world stopped around them. She was just as tall as he was and gorgeous. Her cerulean and black skin was supple and seemingly soft over her curves but her dark eyes and horns gave her a sinister look. She brought her hands up to remove his mask but he found himself doing so already. He couldn't hide his fangs nor his growling, which only intensified when she touched her thumbs to his temples. He followed her move and brought his own hands to her head and she quietly took everything he gave her from his mind and gave him everything she could from hers. Their eyes met and she nodded softly and Ciylo delved deeper beyond the mind block and what he saw there, coupled with what she had just shown him, had him leaning his forehead against hers and he could smell her tears along with his own. "Release me," she begged silently. Ciylo shifted his weight, and prepared for her to crumple feeling absolutely sick as he slowly took that wall down brick by brick.
The tall dark eyed male in front of her broke silently as he took her block down. Somehow as the memories flooded her mind, she knew she had always known. Everything made perfect sense now and her fluttering feelings of trust and love for the Warlord and even Jarron had turned to hate. Her soul bond shattered with Jarron: the male in front of her was whom she truly belonged with. Evil shook her head; it felt like they had stood there for hours when it had only been a few short moments and she lifted her forehead from his and gave it a gentle kiss. "Thank you my love, until we meet again, " she said and with that she kissed his lips, wiped the memory of the few moments and sent him back to his kneeling body in the sand.