Page 213 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

I worked in silence, barely able to stay upright, but didn’t stop until my gargoyle was complete... except for his head.

What had Hel done?

“Are you sure you even need him?” Monty drawled. I didn’t respond to him as I looked around again, knowing he was simply adding fuel to my fight.

“The warden’s office?” Elkan proposed. “It’s likely Hel left it there as a prize for her precious warden.”

The bitterness in his voice told me I wasn’t the only one who wanted to eviscerate that demon.

“If it makes anything better, I took the warden out with me when I died,” I told him with a smirk.

Elkan let out a low chuckle that morphed into a cough.

“It does,” he said with a weak smile. I had to get them out of here. “The warden’s office is on the top floor.”

“How am I going to get him down here?” I groaned.

Despite my new body and abilities, moving those stone slabs was difficult. My muscles still ached from the effort.

“Bring it down here like you brought yourself to this prison,” Monty suggested. “You’re mastering your powers.”

“Or take this and your commander with you and do it there, you can lock yourselves in while he recovers,” Elkan pointed out.

“What about you?” I asked. If I left him here and something happened, I’d feel awful. Despite Monty reminding me I’m not human, I couldn’t leave my morals behind.

“I’m going to recover and see who is left down here,” he promised. Reaching for a lantern on the wall. I grabbed it first, lighting it and handing it over before going over to Kol’s broken form.

The entire thing took far too many trips, but Elkan was right, we’d already amassed the attention of the guards, and this wasn’t something Kol would want witnessed.

My commanders and I needed to be respected, feared in some senses, and that would not start by seeing his broken form.

“Should we go in?” Monty asked. I’d simply gone to the hallway outside of the warden’s office and left Monty there to goback for the rest despite his protests. For once, his magic wasn’t strong enough to stop me, and that might have been my main motivation.

My commander could use some humbling. We were on equal footing these days.

“Yes,” I said confidently. My entire body was tense as I pushed the door open. So far, this place had been full of nightmare fuel, I didn’t have high hopes for what was beyond this door.

“Even I find this fucked up,” Monty said. The haughtiness in his voice had a startled laugh escaping as I took in the bones that lined this place. Every piece of furniture was carved from the white bones of the fallen. I wasn’t sure who they belonged to and I didn’t want to know.

“You know it’s not like I expected warm fires and prestigious books,” I said. “But this took me by surprise.”

“There’s your head.” Monty laughed. Sitting right on a bone-clad pedestal, presented like a trophy just as Elkar expected, was my gargoyle’s head.

It looked purely stone and not quite like him, but I recognized the curved scar over his right eye from one of our recent battles.

Monty let out an exaggerated sigh. “Again... do we really need him back?”

“Yes, and then I’m going to fuck and claim you both so you can feed off my energy and be yourselves again, because this old-man demon thing isn’t so sexy, Monty,” I teased as I moved Kol’s head to the ground, barely stopping myself from dropping him.

As if it would prove something, Monty dragged in the rest of my gargoyle, helping me piece his body together until a stone gargoyle lay at our feet.

It was so wrong and twisted. How dare she do this to my mate.

I expected something to happen to his body. A burst of flame and him pulling together like magic, but there was nothing, not even a hint of movement.

“Uh? I don’t know how this works but why isn’t he forming? This isn’t a fairytale, a kiss isn’t going to fix him,” I said with a frantic look at Monty.

Of fucking course, it couldn’t be easy.

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