Queen of Chaos (Legacy of the Nine Realms, #5)(89)
A single breath separated them from touching, which sent a trickle of uneasiness through my center. He wasn’t Knox, that meant he wasn’t who I wanted. The irony was, the man I wanted was somewhere close enough to control the warrior he used to speak through.
“I know,” I returned, pulling back, needing distance to prevent exposing that I’d felt nothing from Zyion. Nothing like Knox had forced me to feel. If he sensed it, he’d release the power he’d gathered, which would end up with someone here hurt, severely. “Good news. He wants lots of babies.”
“He’s fucking dead,” Knox hissed vehemently. His eyes flashed with a sliver of startling blue before the strange, obsidian-colored waterworks began, only this time they poured both from his eyes, and ears.
“So is she, Knox.” The corpse pointed a half-severed finger at me. “She’s just too big-headed to realize how fucked she’s about to be. Only, I won’t make her come. I’ll bury that bitch so deep in the ground that she’ll be banging the devil’s door knob to be rescued instead of for pleasure, by the time I’m done with her.”
Because one of us wasn’t fucking pretending! Which meant that whore was so fucked that I’d ensure she never rested once I sealed her in the tomb. I’d build a nest on it, and fuck Knox nightly just so she could hear him moaning my fucking name. She’d listen every night as I whimpered, moaned, and begged for him to fuck me harder. He would, and I’d smile the entire time, knowing she was beneath us, pouting as she used the stick, which I intended to toss her before sealing that bitch in for the rest of her miserable fucking life.
“I came here to invite you to my wedding,” he declared with a cold, merciless smile simmering in ocean-colored eyes, which appeared through the oozing sludge.
“Over my dead body,” I whispered as the knife he’d already stabbed in my heart twisted.
“It’s actually preferred that it’s lifeless. After all, I promised my bride to bring her your carcass as a wedding gift. I suggested we toss you in our bed before murdering you. I wanted to fuck her while staring into your pretty eyes. Unfortunately, Hecate is very possessive of her things.” His tongue drifted over his bottom lip as those scandalizing ocean-blue eyes studied my face. “I never loved you, Aria. You and I both know we wouldn’t have worked out. You’re pathetic, and she’s a fucking goddess. You are too fucking young to know what I hunger for. Hecate, though, she gives me everything I never knew I needed.” Gut. Punch. “I’ll tell you what, Little Monster, you come to me now, I’ll fuck you to death. Hell, I’ll even make that pussy sing for me before I twist your neck until your head breaks off. I might even continue fucking your tight, pretty cunt after you’ve expired. For old time’s sake, of course.”
“How about you go tell your owner that I’m coming for her? If I can’t end her life? Then she’ll get what she wants. I’ll burn this entire place to fucking embers and she can have you in what’s left of this place. Hecate can ascend the throne in the ashes and ruins of everything and everyone she’s destroyed. Hell, I’d even crown her as the queen myself. Except, that would be tricky, right? What, with her needing live beings to house her power within? I mean, you could breed the nasty bitch and house her power inside of your children. Oh, that’s right. She can’t breed any more children. I ensured that when I trapped the whore in her own body. Sorry, Knox. Looks like you don’t get to be her baby daddy after all.” I shrugged my shoulders, taunting him to end this before I lost my ever-loving mind and control of the locked door.
“No, I won’t,” Knox snarled as his eyes returned obsidian, then black sludge ran as if someone had turned on a faucet. I studied the tension on his face, the contorting over the soldier's features before his hands rose, forcing me to hastily defend against the onslaught he unleashed.
I’d assumed he’d be powerful. What I hadn’t counted on was that he had actively begun gathering it when he’d arrived. I also hadn’t realized he’d be using my fucking magic, either. He’d more than likely began storing it as he drove the group of corpses back here. The moment our magic connected, violet light exploded in the courtyard, blinding all within it.
Knox’s magic slammed against my body, then sent me flying backward through the air. I connected with the stone wall surrounding the courtyard. My skull hit against the rocks, forcing both sparks and black dots to burst into my vision.
Instinctively, I grabbed the side of my head as a surge of splitting pain pounded within. Ringing blared in my head. The second pulse of power connected beside me, forcing me to roll, turning onto the ground before pushing myself upright. Nausea swirled through my stomach, even as bile burned against my throat.
On my feet again, I swayed, then whirled around in a circle, scouring for any sign of the others. Blinking to clear the blurriness in my eyes, I continually searched for those who’d been close enough to be hurt in the blast radius of his magic.
Turning back around at the sound of footsteps, I struggled against the nausea, still trying to escape my throat while teetering on uneven ground. The warrior Knox had been speaking from was the only one still on its feet. A cruel smile twisted his mouth as he sauntered his way toward me.
“You look so much better broken, my pretty little prey.” His words sent warning bells off in my head, even as groans began issuing around us. “I promised her I’d make it hurt.”