Page 18 of Hell Fae King
What I was created to do,I thought dizzily.
I’d been doing this for years without realizing what it had meant or how it had worked. But I was beginning to understand it now.
I’d done this with the portals—siphoning Lucifer’s Source and releasing it into the vortex. It’d been about fighting fire with fire then, but I’d absorbed the power and morphed it into what the situation had required.
Just like with the many infernos I put out over the years.
Rather than shove those memories away, I embraced them and used them as fuel for my current task—reviving Az.
Everything blurred around me, the fight no longer important. Our location a distant concern. All I cared about was channeling the warmth into my Commander. Mymate.
Mmm, I like the possession I hear in your mind, little warrior,he replied, his voice a purr against my mind.
Az,I breathed.
What’s wrong?he demanded in the next instant.What’s… happening?That purr was gone, his flirtation melting into a wave of confusion that quickly morphed into anger.Fires.
His recollection of events ripped through his thoughts, fueling his fury. He’d been talking to Maliki, his half brother, about a favor when a trio of Death Fae had approached.
Then they’d attacked him.
Which had turned into a swarm of others piling on, the mixture of Death Fae and Corpse Fae powers creating a swarm of lethal energy.
They hadn’t all been in the bar, but channeling something from afar.
And he had no idea why it had happened.
But the why didn’t matter because he was pissed and regaining his strength with every second.
I could feel the vitality swirling around him, all of it bolstered by my own gift.
He had enough to thrive now, yet I couldn’t seem to stop, the power swimming through me with the force of a catastrophic hurricane.
I tried to pull away, to redirect the power, but I… I couldn’t. I was a slave to the energy connecting me and Az. A slave to thedeath stone.
I attempted to drop it. However, my fingers wouldn’t let go.
Az said my name, but it was lost to the torrential winds whipping through my mind. No. Not my mind.Against my ears.
I’d created some sort of power vacuum, the electric current unstoppable and charged by Lucifer’s Source.
He’s here,I realized, Lucifer’s ferocity hitting me like a freight train. Still, I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t pull away. I couldn’tmove.
My name echoed from four male voices, all of them ones I knew deep within my soul. All of them connected to me in different ways. All of them mymates.
Except no. That… that wasn’t quite right.
I have three mates, not four, I thought dizzily. But I… I was enchanted by four souls.
Ajax.
Az.
Melek.
And Lucifer…through his Source. He had the strongest hold on me, his energy leashing me in a way that had me feeling wrapped up in a myriad of ropes.
Like Melek’s ribbons,I mused idly, the correlation one that nearly made me laugh.
