Page 88 of Her Blood Revenge

That’s what she is. What she is telling me she has agreed to be.

I’m her monster. And she is mine.

And oh… the things we will do together.

Chapter fourteen

The Dream Walker

My ears ring as I roll over to my side and force myself up. Whatever that was, it was powerful. Powerful enough to toss us all about the room like we’re nothing more than leaves in a gale.

It’s not just me who has been thrown backwards and slammed into the wall. The soldiers, as well as the court, were thrown back, too.

On my feet, I stare at the spot where Ashe just exploded. My mouth is open, and not a single part of me seems capable of moving another inch.

She was right there. Right fucking there!

And then she threw her head back and turned to red mist before my very eyes, leaving behind a light spray of blood droplets on the floor and the wall beside her.

Gone.

Beside me is one of the corpses she took control of. It’s as dead as it was before she channelled her magic and took command of it.

I look all over and grab the throat of a soldier still trying to return to his feet.

‘Where the fuck has she gone?!’

‘I…I…’

I snap his neck and drop him to the floor.

‘WHERE IS SHE?!’ I yell at the rest.

I know she’snot here. I would smell her if she were close.

Crouching, I run my finger along the blood she left behind and taste it. There’s a bitter taste to it. The taste is disgustingly familiar and conjures memories I would rather forget. I spit it out and grimace. A taste. That’s all it is. But I remember Neve killing innocents for their blood and using them for dark and sadistic spells. Their blood was polluted afterwards. The taste was just like this.

Pixie. She did it. Used her blood magic to leave.

Intentional or not. That doesn’t matter right now.

She’s out there alone. Somewhere.

‘Erm…’ Archie looks around. ‘Where’s Dorian?’

Dorian? He’s gone, too. He was shadows swarming around her when she disappeared.

‘Where… where did they go?’ Archie asks, looking around as if she’s hiding in a corner. He then storms forward and picks up something left on the floor. ‘This is not good.’

He holds it out to me. I walk closer, and unease swirls in my stomach.

He’s holding her charms. The ones to protect her from the spirits. Either she may get swarmed by the dead or take command of them as she did with the queen. Both lead her to darkness.

And if she becomes dark like Neve… No. I can’t face that. I can’t.

‘Are they dead?’ Archie asks in a low whisper.

More soldiers get to their feet, and we make quick work of knocking them back down.

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