Page 88 of Hell Fae King

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Too much ease.

Because I’d been created to steal his light.

Only, I was going to fight that urge and do the opposite of what Vivaxia wanted of me. I was going to blast everything I’d taken from her—that horrible enchantment—and give it to her nemesis.

To Typhos.

To his Source.

I felt his eyes on me, but I refused to look at him. Refused tohearhim.

He could accept this. Hell, he had to. Because I would not give anything to Vivaxia. If she wanted to bespell the fae who resided here, she would have to pay the price of losing that magic.

It belongs to Typhos now, bitch, I thought at her.

Not that she could hear me.

But I didn’t fucking care.

I kept siphoning and sending.

Siphoning and sending.

Siphoning and?—

Cami!Melek shouted into my mind.You need to slow down and take a breath.

I blinked, not understanding his concern. I felt fine. In fact, I feltenergized.

I’m only taking Vivaxia’s spells, I told him, certain of my actions.No innocent souls.

Because all of the strands I’d tugged on were dark cords of disease—manipulative to their frayed ends.

So much darkness,I thought, whirling around.

Only for my gaze to fall on Ajax.

Still unconscious.

Hidden behind his bubble.

Ajax, I breathed, momentarily knocked off-kilter as I realized I’d left him there to suffer.Ajax!

I ran for him, only slightly confused by how I’d ended up so far away from him.

Was I moving while siphoning all those spells?I wondered.

But I didn’t have time to try to answer my own inane question.

All that mattered was Ajax.

And the copious amounts of dark magic covering his body.

Gods…How had I missed that before?

Or maybe I was just seeing the magical strands in better detail now as a result of being so hyper-fixated on them.

Thehowdidn’t matter, though. The fact was I could see them, and Ajax was infected with several strands.

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