The Avatar's Flight (Age of the Andinna #7) - Kristen Banet

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Mave

Mave stood alone on the path, letting the blistering winter cold try to seep into her bones and chase her back into her tent. She stood strong as she looked into the darkness, seeing how the path disappeared, the red moon missing on this night.

She had snuck out of her tent, hoping to let her husbands sleep. She had tiptoed by Emerian’s tent, knowing he was even more watchful than the males she slept beside, thankfully making it past him as well.

Now she stood alone in the darkness and the cold. What should have been lonely wasn’t for her. Standing in a place like this, she didn’t feel alone at all.

Mave felt at home.

With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and visualized an empty space, pitch black and colder than even the fiercest of winter storms. She had some time to adjust to the new powers that had nestled deep inside her. They were familiar and foreign, part of her and something that wasn’t supposed to be there.

Show me the light.

Mave opened her eyes, only to see nothing—truly nothing, an endless black, just as she had envisioned in her mind.

With one exception.

In front of her in the distance was a bright light, brighter than the sun, a beacon of power in the purest white.

Mave smiled and reached out for it and gave a metaphorical tap on the shoulder to the body in the center. Not hard to do since the night was so dark.

“Alchan.”

“I don’t like this.”

Mave nearly laughed at the annoyance in his response.

“Do you think you’ll make it to the crossroads today? You said you would get here yesterday then changed your mind, so I just want to make sure we’re on the same schedule this time,” she asked, using their newfound mental connection. She didn’t have to visualize and reach out to him, but she did it anyway as practice for her abilities. Once they had established the connection was there, they realized they could do it at any time.

Just like the goddesses they represented.

“It’s the middle of the night, freezing cold, and I’m curled up with Rain. I was asleep. I do not want you in my head right now.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Yes, we’ll make it to the crossroads today. Goodnight.”

She felt him mentally pull away, a sign he wanted to be left alone. She could have forced it. She picked the nighttime to reach out to him because it was slightly easier to work with her powers and visualize in the dead of night.

The world came back to normal, but Mave could still close her eyes and see the bright spot that was Alchan in the distance—always there, even if the world felt too dark, even if she couldn’t see it immediately.

As she turned around to head back for the tents, a blanket was thrown at her. She snatched it out of the air without thinking and wrapped herself in it as she met the emerald gaze of her first husband.

“When you do that, it makes my blood…cold, and I can feel the power you have,” Mat said softly. “Woke me up.”

“I’m sorry.” She covered the distance between them and leaned on his chest. Their blood bond hummed with silent emotions as they touched.

“Don’t be,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head. “How’s Alchan?”

“Grumpy,” she answered, smiling against him. “I woke him up, but he said they would get here today. Hopefully, we’ll make it back to the village before the end of winter.”

“Oh, we have plenty of time. Long winters here in Anden, remember?” He chuckled. “I think you just wanted to get back into the fight, so you’re trying to rush him. Come on. Back to bed.”

Mave looked at the sky and frowned.

“The sun will come up soon,” she pointed out.

“Emerian will do the morning chores while we make sure you haven’t lost any more toes,” he said with a growl, one that was more sensual than angry. “You came out here barefoot.”

“It’s not nearly as cold as the mountain,” she responded, shrugging. Or the dark power inside me.

“Just because you can turn into a dragon doesn’t make you invincible. Actually, I was pretty certain being a dragon killed you when you slept for nearly a week the moment you came back to us. You felt so fucking far away, I thought you were slipping away,” he countered but not angry with her…not yet. Her male was only stating facts in a dry way that was almost comical. “I have a