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Valkas reached for her just as King lunged. “Touch her and die.” King’s voice was a savage growl, his sword steady as he pointed it at the warlock.

Valkas laughed. The bastard actually laughed until he flicked his arm toward King, expecting some dark magic to strike him down.

Nothing happened and Valkas’s face paled visibly shaken.

“Release her,” Sibyl demanded from behind King, her voice calm, but edged with steel.

Valkas shook his head wildly. “No! What are you doing?”

Sibyl stepped forward, placing herself between them, her expression unreadable.

“Did you seriously think I would allow you to kill the Demon Slayer?” she said quietly. “Who do you think has been informing Daniel? It’s me, Valkas.”

The warlock’s eyes widened in shock before narrowing in rage. “You are as good as dead.” His voice dripped with venom. “As soon as the Legions find out about this, you will rot and suffer the worst torture you’ve ever known.”

King barely heard him. He was watching Amara. She was still floating, her body suspended in that eerie, shimmering light. Every second that passed made his chest tighten, his need to get to her almost unbearable.

A movement behind him made him shift slightly. Everyone was standing there now.

Then Daniel stepped forward, his face a mask of fury as he grabbed Valkas by the throat. “You do not threaten her. Ever.” His eyes glowed as they swirled, the sheer power radiating from him enough to make the air crackle. “Now release Amara.”

Valkas let out a manic laugh. “Even if I release her, it’s too late. They all know.” His grin widened, pure madness in his eyes. “They all know how to take down the Demon Slayer.”

Daniel sneered. “And I’ll be waiting.”

Then he looked at King. “He’s yours.”

King tightened his grip on his sword, but not yet. “Not until he releases Amara,” he hissed, his muscles coiled with the need to end this bastard.

“No need,” Sibyl said softly. “I can release her.”

King’s sharp gaze snapped to her as she stepped closer, her eyes locked on Amara. He hesitated wanting to make sure before he killed the bastard. He looked toward Daniel.

Daniel gave a short nod. “She can do it, King.”

That was all he needed. Valkas screamed in fury as Daniel shoved him toward King. King didn’t waste a second. Amara was the priority, not his fierce need for revenge.

His sword arced through the air in a deadly, perfect stroke as Valkas stumbled toward him unable to stop. The blade sliced clean, taking Valkas’s head off. It hit the ground with a satisfying thud. King barely glanced at it as he kicked it aside, dropping his sword without another thought.

“Fuck!” Steve looked at the head with a huge frown. “That would have made a fucking amazing TikTok.”

“Steve, if I hear of you making one more fucking TikTok, I’m going to chop you into little pieces and feed your ass to anything down here that will eat you.”

“Damn, why all the TikTok hate,” Steve mumbled, but King ignored it as he ran to Amara.

“Release her.” His voice was rough, almost desperate, as he looked up at his Mate.

She was so still, suspended in the glow of magic, her white hair tumbling around her like a halo.

“Be ready to catch her,” Sibyl warned him as she lifted her hands and began to chant.

The wait was agony. King clenched his fists, his body tense, every muscle coiled to catch her the second she fell. Her hair fell over her breasts and down her back, not swirling any longer. Her gown stilled as well. Suddenly she dropped, but King was ready as he caught her effortlessly. She was warm and breathing. Relief crashed through him.

“Amara.” His voice broke slightly as he whispered her name.

She didn’t stir.

Sibyl reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Amara’s face. “It might take her a few minutes to come out of it.” Her gaze softened. “She’s very pretty.”

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