Page 67 of Wrath of the Fae

‘You’re with the King! You’re with Rhea. You married her.’ I nod to his hand, where their wedding markings stain his skin. I step closer and tower over him, rage and hate, my familiar companion, making me flush hot. Just saying those words stokes that fiery hatred. ‘Where’s my fucking sister? What have you done to her, huh? WHERE IS MY SISTER, CYRUS?!’

Hot tears spill down my face as he looks up at me.

‘How could you do this? How could you? You married her. Was I that easy to forget?’

His face is contorted in confusion as he shakes his head. ‘Forget you? How could you think that?’

‘How could I not?’

‘Your final words to me were to protect your sister,’ he replies. ‘All I have done is what you have asked.’

‘I said protect. NOT FUCK! NOT MARRY! NOT WORK FOR THE KING.’

His eyes narrow.

‘Is she a good fuck? Or do you rather kiss the King's arse to pass the time? You pathetic piece of shit. I hope you burn in hell for what you’ve done. I hope you suffer every fucking day.’

‘Is that right?’ he scoffs.

‘You’re nothing to me.’

‘Shut. Up,’ he warns.

‘Me and Lucca will tear you apart.’

‘You and Lucca…’ he repeats through gritted teeth. ‘You and Lucca?’

‘You and Rhea. Me and Lucca,’ I spit, relishing in his jealousy. ‘He’s ten times the man you ever were.’

His eye twitches, and all I want is to hurt him. To make him blind with jealousy.

‘And much better in be-’

He lunges, grabbing my wrist and twisting it so I drop the dagger before he pins me to the wall. He has my hands pinned above my head, and his face is in mine.

‘Watch your pretty little mouth, Princess. Before I fill it with my cock. I’d like to see you try and spit your bullshit whilst gagging on me.’

A roar fills the room, and Cyrus flies backwards, arms and legs outstretched as they follow in his wake. He rolls and quickly gets to his feet, grabbing a fallen sword from one of the men he slaughtered and facing me.

‘Raven?’ he says in a low warning. ‘What the fuck was that?’

The roar was from me.

Closing my eyes, I focus hard on getting myself under control.

Tessa. I need Tessa!

The cavern trembles again as I fail to pull the power back. As these inflammatory emotions consume me piece by piece.

‘What’s happening?!’ he demands as chunks of the ceiling rain down on us.

We’ll be buried alive. Or worse, whatever is inside me will explode.

And what will I unleash? Will Ivan sense it? Catch it? Harness it and reopen the portal or make another crack in the sky?

Cyrus’s hands grip my elbows before he throws us both to the floor. A massive chunk of stone, the size of a car, lands on the spot I just stood. He looks down at me.

‘What’s inside of you?’ he whispers, staring intently into my eyes as if seeing something lurking behind them and trying to get a better look. ‘I can feel something inside you. What’s it doing?’

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