Page 16 of Stone Seduction
FOUR
Luke
Asher caught my head before it smacked the floor, the human crushing the rest of me under his weight. I hissed out a curse, thrashing my legs and caught the bastard right between the legs.
Bullseye.
He rolled off me, making no sound. Not even a grunt.
I jumped up, ready to kick ten tons of crap out of him.
“Bastard!” I roared. “Bastard!”
Asher moved past me, taking him down by snapping his neck. But it wasn’t enough. The man’s presence sullied my home, each one of these fucking cultists tainting the whole of Brinecrest.
They would never stop. They would never fucking stop hunting me in the name of that burned mess in her stifling cavern.
Ember.
Damn her to the hottest hells.
My veins throbbed, the inner binds around my powers fraying like cotton threads under pressure.
“Calm down!” Asher yelled.
“Luke!” Tom chimed in, hurrying into the house.
No calm here. No rest here. No peace until they died, untilshedied.
Ember. Ember. Ember. Destined to end by my hand.
“Stomp the fire out,” I said, a power breaking free of its box.
Flight. My power. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Yes…
I dashed into the rain, head full of Ember and tongueless humans, my rage hotter than the lava lake she loved to gaze upon.
“Luke!” voices called after me.
I took to the sky, instantly drenched, running on pure fury.
“Where are you?” I roared into the storm, flying over the town.
Somewhere down there more tongueless bastards lurked, waiting to strike, to attack, believing they would touch this body.
Dream on!
The hold around my fire power fractured. Flames licked through the gaps, reaching parts of me, saying hello with kisses of wicked heat.
Deadly, wicked heat.
Oh, yes…
“I’ll burn you out,” I said.
Come to me, fire. Come out and play.
