“I am Amaya of the Dark Mountain. I am a powerful pure blooded Dark Witch. And you can simplyget fucked.”Lifting my boot, I slammed it down onto his spit-covered face, enjoying the crunch of his nose as it flattened under my foot. He lay there, pathetic and unconscious.
Turning to walk back up the stairs in search of Elyas, I stopped. There it was: the black mist in my peripheral vision. Floating and swirling. It moved, disappearing behind me. Spinning round, I gaped in shock as it stayed there, right in front of me. Clear as day in the dull light. The deep black mist swirled for a few more seconds before it began to form a shape. Swirling and whirling before solidifying.
Before me stood a person. covered in a large black hooded cloak. Its face was hidden by the black hood giving the eerie feel of coldness. It stood at 6ft with broad shoulders and the confidence of a king.
“What. The. Fuck.” I whispered.
Thirty-Five
‘You’ll Crawl For Her-Pro Ea Tibi Serpere’
Ziel
I was going to kill each and every one of the Council members. I was going to play with their souls, poking holes into them before ripping them from their bodies and letting them watch me devour them. Then, oh then I was going to string that damn coffee maker up by her feet and have the Vamps come out to play.
How dare she play Amaya like that. How DARE she trick her with friendship and kindness. She was the fucking granddaughter of that stuck-up Councilman Mikhail.
I couldn't rein in my vines. My fire refused to go out. No amount of Mayfeaver helped. Rí was just as bad; his skin rippled and his hair stood at all angles as he paced back and forth, growls and rumbles spilling from his chest.
“We need to go to the portal, the one she came through,” Cole spoke in a low tone, trying not to cause any more anger to Rí and his dragon.
“When we have her back, I want everything, and I meanfucking everythingyou know,” Rí growled as he stripped his shirt from his back and strode from the bar.
Following behind, we stopped as Rí burst into his dragon in the street. The few late stragglers jumped back as his giant black tale swished as he lifted his massive head, giving a loud angry growl when we didn’t immediately climb on his back.
Guess we were riding Rí tonight.
Cole looked nervous as he swiftly climbed on to Rí’s back, the heat pouring from his scales already pulling beads of sweat down his pale skin.I knew he must be thinking that this was a ploy to fly him high into the night before dropping him to his death. I think I’d be happier if that was the plan.
But Amaya came first.
She was gone. I could feel it in my bones. The empty cold spot that her quiet presence usually filled ached with the knowledge that she wasn’t in this realm. She had gone through the portal.
I gritted my teeth as my body burst into blue flames, and my stomach cramped with the need to consume a soul. I placed another Mayfeaver between my lips before it fell through my now skeletal form.
“Fuck!”
An ear-splitting roar of utter rage shook the ground. Stones fell from the old buildings as the closed stalls from the morning market collapsed in heaps of dust.
Rí felt her absence also.
“She’s gone. GONE because of YOU!” I screamed at the pathetic White Witch as I threw myself atop of the dragon. I was barely able to grab onto one of his humps before he took off in a speed that had my empty eye sockets whistling.
“If any harm comes to our Mate because of you,” I added with disgust, “prepare for my goddamn wrath, White Witch.”
He stared out towards the trees as we approached the Village, his own fear and panic obvious on his face.
I jumped from Rí’s back before he even landed then ran to the crumbled shack, that I knew she came from.I had made sure to know everything about her. Rí had told me about her human life, the abusive human who, if I got my hands on, would be tortured fully before I ate his soul and burned his flesh from his bones. I had retraced her steps from the crumbled shack to the forest to Rí’s bar. Walking in her prints in the sand as she did, I had laid on the wooden door coated in her dried blood. I did this because I needed to be where she had been, needed to feel what she felt. Because she was mine. Ours.
I stopped at the shack; my glowing blue flames mixed with Rí’s bright red eyes causing a purple hue to cast around the ruin.
It was empty.
She had gone through.
She had left us.
She had left me.
