Page 205 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

“Modesty isn’t a thing among our kind,” he reassured me. “Try again. If you can’t feel it, you need to search harder. It’s not just a picture in your mind, using your human imagination. This is real. Physical. A tool to be used.”

“Can anyone do it?” I asked him, glancing at Drake.

“No.” The answer offered nothing more and I let it go for now.

This time as I closed my eyes, I tried to breathe in and out evenly. The air was warmer than the rest of Helheim, but still felt like simple air.

“It’s there, Harlow,” Valgri said with more patience than I deserved. “Grab onto that power and form the clothes you’re trying to wear.”

This being had no idea how stubborn and useless I could be.

The thought hit me before I could stop it and my brain immediately protested. Those thoughts were from my past life.

In this life, my new one, I was the leader of a realm, not a broken little girl with a dysfunctional brain.

Gritting my jaw against the frustration, I let my thoughts wander for a moment. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Monty needed me. That he wasn’t simply regenerating.

He was suffering.

Hel knew his loyalty had switched, and now that I knew how little she cared for literally everyone and everything around her, I couldn’t help but fear for his eternal life.

Hate grew in my chest as I thought of my demon, and a shout from Drake was cut off as the warmth of the library was ripped away.

“What the fuck?” I gasped.

“Harlow?!” Monty’s voice had me spinning around. I couldn’t manifest a fucking hoodie, but I could instant travel my body across the realm. Clearly, I was killing this goddess thing.

“You’re alive,” I breathed out, the relief hitting me like a punch to the gut. “Thank fuck.” My eyes welled with tears as he rushed to the bars of his cell. He didn’t come with a cold chill this time, the air was already icy, yet the scent of alpha musk and storms nearly brought me to my knees.

“How are you here?” he demanded, hands wrapping around the obsidian bars that separated us. There were no shadowssurrounding him and his dark robes hung off of his body like he was withering away.

Haunting screams echoed in the distance.

This floor, however, was quiet enough the dripping of water and stench of wet earth were overwhelming. It was a true dungeon.

“That’s a long story. The better question is how the fuck do I get you out?” I demanded as I reached though and gripped his arm. The touch alone had us dropping to our knees. I didn’t even care that the cold, wet cement floors cut at my flesh or that I was naked for anyone around me.

I had Monty. He was here.

The hole that had taken over my chest started to fill. It was strange, like his presence alone was invading my being, yet I welcomed it openly.

“Only the warden had those powers. Or Hel herself.”

“Well, I’m the new Hel,” I growled, standing up and gripping the bars as I tried again to use my magic. A grunt behind me had me opening my eyes and spinning to find a frail demon splayed out on the floor.

“Oh, meet your father-in-law,” Monty said dryly.

“Drake’s dad?” I questioned with wide eyes. It was the only demon I could think that would be locked away. Hel had told us that much herself.

“Is my boy okay?” the demon managed as he tried to get to his feet. I stepped forward to assist but Monty growled and yanked me back.

“You’re naked,” he reminded me. “Cover yourself.”

“About that.” I laughed at the absurdity of everything. Here we were reunited and he was too possessive to let another demon see my body. “I can’t. Getting here was an accident.”

“It’s your magic, Harlow, fucking use it,” Monty ordered me. My monster hadn’t changed and that warmed my chest.

I rolled my eyes at his demands. Screaming the orders at me or telling me calmly like Valgri did... it didn’t matter. The magic didn’t respond to me.

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