Page 123 of Kingly Bitten
My spirit felt…lost.
And Lajos fuckinglaughed.Again. The sound vibrated through me, his words a chuckle on the wind as he said, “Well, it would be a shame to waste warm blood. How about we share her now, hmm?”
All rational thought ceased as he reached for her arm.
It unfolded in slow motion. One millisecond at a time. I couldn’t feel Calina, her psyche no longer married to mine, and I had no idea if it was permanent or not.
And he wanted toshareher?
He had no right. No jurisdiction. Nobond.
She was mine and he’d taken her from me.
All thoughts of past, present, and future died in my next breath.
She’s gone.
And he’s about to bite her anyway. Feast from her. Tarnish what’s left of my Calina.
The sharp instruments glinted in the light. I chose one that felt right in my hand. And then I drove it through his fucking neck.
It didn’t snap. It gurgled. It sputtered. It released a grunt.
I ignored the sounds and everything else in the room, Calina’s broken neck all I could see. All I could hear. All I couldfeel.
He’d taken her from me.
And I would take from him now.
He would not bite her. He would not fucking touch her. He would not have what I considered to be mine.
You killed my mate.
And I don’t know if she’s coming back.
But fuck, I’m done with this game. I’m done with this charade. I’m finished with this goddamn world and all the sadistic fucks who think they can run the show.
I’m a fucking king, and it’s time for them to bow right fucking now.
The bone saw didn’t disappoint me, my strength and speed allowing me to finish the job in the blink of an eye.
One moment, he’d been chuckling and reaching for my mate.
The next, his head stared up at me from the floor.
I didn’t even wait for his body to die. I shoved him to the ground and grabbed Calina, my hands cradling her cheeks as I searched for our lost connection, needing to feel her come back to me, needing our link to be enough to make her immortal.
But what if…?
Stop,I snarled at myself.Stop analyzing. She has to survive this. She’s my spirit. My other half. My mind mate.
But not feeling her… seeing her die… knowing that thing on the floor had been the last to touch her… I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t accept it. I refused that fate.
She was mine to protect. Mine to cherish. And I’d left her with the worst kind of predator.
That wasn’t how we were meant to live or lead. This wasn’t our future.
Come back to me, little enchantress, I whispered.Come back to me.
