Page 145 of Rose and Shadows
Of course now would be the time he chose to have this exchange between us.
The only one left within our foursome.
I smiled. “I know that you love me, yes. As I do you.”
I heard a cry of excitement from Lazriel, then him and Velra discussing the mutual confession, overjoyed by it.
I leaned in and breathed at his ear, “Almighty Necromancer.”
He snagged my belt and jerked me against him as the stimulation of the spell started to get the best of him, even another pleasurable cry escaping him.
“Reclaim what’s yours,” I told him, fighting against the need he was sparking in me at seeing him in this state, which was then further tested as he ground against me, his hardness making itself very much known. “Take back what they took from you.”
I heard a snarl from Lazriel.
It was his aroused, erotic snarl, and I had no doubt that it was a result of him scenting the need in Velra, something that had likely sparked because she’d felt mine through the Soul Brand—and it was indeed potent. And mighty difficult to maintain focus through.
“Get… clear,” Sylas strained to utter. “Cas… help Kai.”
I saw Ambrose react to his words and snatch the ball of black tendrils he’d created in his left hand, while his right palm sparked with his ebony power.
In the next moment, I ripped myself from Sylas, snatched up Kai, and rushed us both with my Immortal speed to Velra and Lazriel.
“Oh my God,” Velra breathed, just as Sylas’ crimson power erupted out of him in a mammoth explosion, another orgasmic cry tearing from his throat as he thrust his arms out either side of him and threw his head back.
As it rushed out from all around him, Ambrose threw up a wall of ebony power just in time in front of him and Remnant, a hair’s breadth away from it tearing into them.
Remnant hadn’t even flinched, rooted to the spot, as he knew he needed to be in case it escalated and Sylas invoked Risen Reckoning.
And then it happened—what we’d prepared for.
Sylas howled in ecstasy as crimson lightning lit up the sky, sparking violently, attacking the atmosphere essentially.
The invocation of Risen Reckoning.
“Sylas, no!” Lazriel screamed, starting forward, only to be held back by Velra’s swirling shadows.
I saw Sylas grimacing and fighting to get control.
“Come on. Come on.”He was whispering fiercely to himself.
I saw the lightning peter out.
But only for a moment, before it escalated into one hell of a mighty storm.
He slammed his hands down and the lightning leapfrogged across the ground along with a rush of his crimson power, like liquid energy—headed straight for us all.
Ambrose spun and threw his sphere.
It hit the stream and lightning combination and exploded, tendrils of black magic seeping into the power and working its will on it.
The stream decimated the ebony wall and hit Remnant, tearing into him, making him grunt, his hands turning that awful gray tinge marking desiccation as Risen Reckoning invoked on the living did its due damage.
Anyone other than an Ancient vampire would have been vaporized in moments, if not at the point of impact itself.
“Hold,” Ambrose urged Remnant. “One more moment.”
“Have them take their leave.”
