Malcolm’s eyes were on fire.
Before Eden could comprehend the surrounding situation, The man holding her at gun point was on the ground howling in pain. The hand that held the gun was now twisted in an unnatural way.
He hadn’t even moved a centimeter.
Quib’s eyes widened.
“You’re one of them?” His voice shook.
Malcolm didn’t reply his eyes still on the man. Eden heard a sickening crack. The man was now screaming. His leg was now broken as well.
Malcolm was always the epitome of calm. Yet his sea green eyes were alight with a dangerous inferno.
All the guns were suddenly launched from the men’s hands. Flying backward.
Malcolm still hadn’t moved.
Quib had the sense to let Erato go, who stumbled toward Malcolm, covering behind his arm.
“I should kill you for this,” Malcolm said. His tone soft and light. Yet the look in his eyes made Eden’s skin erupt with goosebumps.
“Malcolm no, it’s okay. He won’t bother us anymore, let’s just go,” she begged taking a tentative step toward him.
“Please I promise! I have money. Oh, god Malcolm I didn’t know you were a fucking magical thing person too. I’m so sorry please,” Quib begged.
Malcolm snarled at the man. Eden took another step and placed her hand on his arm.
Malcolm looked at her. His eyes softening slightly.
“Get the hell out of my sight. If you ever decide to cross paths with me again I promise to the damned goddess above you will regret it,” Malcolm threatened.
Malcolm presses his fingers against the small of Eden’s back as they turned to leave.
They had only made it a few feet before Malcolm suddenly spun around.
In his right hand he was holding a dagger. The blade inches from his face. Eden realized Quib must have been the one to throw it.
Quib’s face was white. His jaw slack and his eyes wide with shock.
Less than a second after catching it, Malcolm turned the blade in his hand and threw it the opposite direction.
Erato let out a small shriek as the blade embedded itself into Quib’s heart.
Malcolm then turned around and continued to lead Eden out of the club. Erato following close behind.
The drive back to the beach house was silent and tense. Malcolm’s gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles had long since turned white.
His brow was drawn over his eyes, and he was driving at a dangerously high speed.
Erato broke the tense silence.
“I guess it makes sense that the sun god has such a fiery temper, you don’t remember because it was in a past life but this one time Malcolm-“
“Erato that is quite enough thank you,” Malcolm said.
Erato sunk back into her seat looking very embarrassed.
Eden was confused. Yes it was a dangerous situation but Malcolm had it under control the whole time. And they all got away without a single scratch. Why was he still so angry?
Malcolm got out of the car and slammed the door. Eden looked back at Erato.
“Why is he so upset?” She whispered.
“Did we do something?” Eden followed.
Erato shook her head.
“No it’s not anything we did.”
Eden furrowed her brow.
Erato swallowed and took a deep breath.
“At least from what I’ve gathered over the many years...” she started.
Erato looked down.
“Malcolm is not a very emotionally driven man. He is very in check with his emotions usually except for one case.”
Eden was growing impatient.
Erato looked at her. Her pink hair looked like it was glowing in the pale light.
“Anything regarding you. Specifically near death experiences. Or when you...pass away,” she said.
A chill raced through Eden. That’s right, Malcolm had seen her be killed six times before. It made sense he had a kind of PTSD regarding it.
“Thank you, Erato,” she said finally getting out of the car.
“Should I let him cool off?” Eden asked now that they were both out of the car and approaching the front door of the luxurious beach house.
“No definitely not,” Erato said shaking her head.
Erato opened the door and walked inside, Eden following her.
“That is the worst thing you could do. He won’t go to you, but he needs you more than ever right now,” Erato explained.
Eden pressed her lips together and nodded.
“Anyways I’m going to go find an empty room. I’ll leave you two to it,” Erato said with a small smile.
Erato looked as if she were about to change her mind then she suddenly pulled Eden into a tight embrace.
“It’s good to have you back,” she said softly.
Eden smiled softly as Erato pulled away.
“Goodnight, girly. Sleep tight,” she called as she disappeared around a corner.
Eden walked into the room she had shared with Malcolm the previous night.
The room was empty. All the lights were off save for the white glow of a single lamp.
The large glass doors leading to the beach were open. A warm breeze of salt and warm sand wafted into the room. Eden looked outside and saw Malcolm sitting on the beach near the water.
She took off her shoes. Looking down at her dress she realized she wouldn’t want to make it sandy either, considering she planned to sit next to him.
Eden removed the dress and pulled on a large white tee shirt and leggings.
She walked out of the room and walked along the sand. Though the sun had long since set, the sand was warm against her feet.
Eden sat down next to Malcolm.
His hair looked as if he had been constantly running his hand through it. He wore no shoes, but he still had on his white shirt. The sleeves rolled up and a button undone.
He was staring into the ocean. The crescent moon reflecting across the vast dark blue surface.
“Malcolm,” Eden said softly. The name sounding like a question on her lips.
He slowly moved his gaze from the scene in front of him to meet her own.
The sky above them was swimming with stars. Each dot of light bounding from one constellation to the next.
“It’s really not a big deal. Everything turned out fine,” she whispered.
Malcolm’s expression remained impassive. He looked back to the ocean.
Eden took Malcolm’s hand and brought it up to her face, his palm resting against her cheek.
“I’m perfectly fine Malcolm. I’m perfectly fine and I’m right here,” she assured.
He looked at her again. His expression softening slightly.
“I can not lose you again. I refuse to let you go,” he whispered.
Eden tilted her head against his palm. Her thumb gently tracing against the skin of his hand.
“You don’t have to. That’s why we’re doing all of this isn’t it?”
Malcolm smiled sadly at her.
“Yes, but we don’t know if the ritual will be successful this time.”
Eden’s heart dropped a bit. Whatever they had done in the past to try to make her an immortal had killed her.
“There’s no point in worrying about loosing me when I’m right here,” she said.
Eden realized she was leaning closer to him.
“I’m right here,” she whispered before kissing him.
Malcolm almost seemed surprised. Eden wasn’t usually the one to initiate.
Yet, he did not hesitate. He drew her in, wrapping her against himself and pulling her on top of him.
Eden sat on his lap. Her hands cupping his face.
“Right here,” she whispered again.
The exchange was passionate but it was unlike anything Eden had experienced. His motives and forms of affection were all motivated by love and adoration, not lust.
He was cherishing her, drinking her in with small steady sips. She briefly pulled away and rested her forehead against his.
“We have a long day tomorrow, we should get some rest,” Malcolm murmured against her ear.
Eden nodded and moved to get off of him.
Malcolm had other plans, however.
He picked her up into his arms, holding her against him as he walked across the beach.
“Malcolm put me down,” she laughed.
Malcolm walked into the room, leaving the doors open as he laid Eden down on the bed hovering on top of her.
“I adore you,” he muttered kissing her forehead.
He then got up and went into the bathroom Eden presumed to change. Her clothes were covered in sand so Eden changed as well.
Malcolm exited. He was shirtless and in sweats. Eden averted her eyes before he noticed.
Eden was already in bed. Malcolm closed the French doors and switched off the light, then got in bed beside her.
As soon as he had pulled the covers onto himself he immediately reached for Eden. Pulling her into his embrace.
She smiled to herself in the quiet dark.