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here is chapter twelve preview :D

It is like a vacuum, sucking out everything from him. It is hard to breathe, and the pressure on his throat makes his eyes water. Zayn wishes he could turn invisible, so Liam doesn’t have to see the panic in his eyes, but everytime he tries he just flickers from view for a moment.

As weak as he feels, he feels every emotion flooding from Liam. It is torture, really. Liam stands a few yards away, fire pouring out of him like a stream. His roommates all stand behind him, and if it were another situation, Zayn thinks he might be fond over the way they all look together. Like a team of heroes.

“So you believe that souls coming together crap too?” Liam says, voice harder than he has ever heard it before. There is even a hint of accusation coating his words. He doesn’t know what Liam is talking about, or why they are just standing here talking. He feels helpless, and his roommates look unsure as they glance at Liam. “The souls being reborn?”

Geoff laughs, and it hurts his ear with how close the man’s mouth is to him. “It is hard not to believe,” he says. His hands squeezes harder around Zayn’s throat, and Liam’s eyebrows push together as pain twists over his face. “You felt that, didn’t you?”

Liam’s lips press tight together. His hands hang awkwardly by his sides like he isn’t sure what to do with them. Niall however, stands with a knife pointed out in front of him. And Ned grips his waist as if he is carrying one too, but his hand stays frozen on his side.

“You can feel me taking his power, too. Can’t you?” Geoff goes on. His body is like fire where it touches Zayn’s back, and it flashes in his mind - the fire tracing over the walls, his mother’s screaming. Liam young and afraid, hiding away from the flames, running in this very hallway while attached to his mother’s chest. “Soon you’ll learn how to power him yourself, how to make your power one.”

Zayn glances up at the ceiling. The smoke burns his eyes, making them water worse than the pressure on his throat. He opens his mouth to speak, to tell Geoff Liam is more than his power source, but he can barely do anything but make a rasping noise.

“I don’t believe in that stuff,” Liam says. Behind him, Griff’s brows furrow, his fingers reaching forward just enough that Zayn notices before the smell of rain washes through the smell of smoke.

“You should,” Geoff says, grabbing Zayn’s hand suddenly. His touch burns, but Zayn only grits his teeth, his chest heaving as he tries to control the gasp of pain on his tongue. “Do you know how much power the two of you could create? There is a whole population of people waiting for your rebirth.”

Liam’s face only hardens more. A heat burns deep in Zayn’s belly as he watches Liam suck in a deep breath, like he wants to control the fire snaking up his legs. “What do you want?”

“Tell your friends to go,” Geoff answers with ease. “Stop the fire, and come with me.”

“Let Zayn go,” Liam says, and there is something in his voice that makes the sound of his name make Zayn’s heart feel like it is trying to burst out of his chest.

“Okay.”

Geoff jolts him forward, making him stumble over his feet and Liam’s hands fly up as if to catch him. But Geoff grips onto him again, this time harder. Heat builds under the hand over his throat, and as much as Zayn doesn’t want to show pain, he gasps at the feeling of his skin burning.

Flames lick over Liam’s chest and tickle down his arms. They dance over his throat and burn bright in his eyes. Zayn can feel it inside of him, the warmth radiating from Liam.

“He isn’t wearing his necklace, as you can tell,” Geoff says through his teeth as he takes another step towards Liam. There is the distant sound of footsteps and yelling, and Zayn hopes it is Malay or someone who can help them.

His mum. Worry heavies his chest, because there is no way she would have let his roommates go find him without her.

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