Then I shoved them aside, barreling through them with a smirk. “Once I’m in, yourun.Don’t think, don’t wait. Move.”
I tapped my AK lovingly. “Once they’re floating, this baby will do the rest. It’ll be like pulling butt plugs out of assholes.”
I winked. “Easy pickings.”
Both men gave me a curt nod. Lucus grabbed the front of Ras’ shirt, yanking him into motion, and when the demon spoke, his voice was cool as frost. “Touch me without permission again, and I’ll rip your spine out.”
Lucus glared down at him. “It’s for Aniyah. Shut the fuck up.”
I chuckled under my breath.Aww,look at them, bonding like homicidal toddlers.
“Ready.” My palm pressed to the door, and the familiar coils of power stirred in my gut, slithering upward like a waking beast.
“Set.” They nodded. My magic spun wild in my stomach, desperate to be freed, toclaim,toconsume.
“GO!”
I flung the door open. A blast of hot air rushed past me, then stillness.
A dozen gunmen turned, raising their weapons, but they were too late.
Idetonated.
Power surged out of me like a shockwave. The floor trembled beneath my heels. One man dropped his gun and fell to his knees, sobbing. Another tore off his mask, revealing sweat-matted blond curls and eyes that were glassy with devotion.
“I just… I wanna kiss your feet,” he mumbled.
Some tried to resist. Their arms trembled, jaws clenched as they tried to hold their aim, but their fingers wouldn’t move. They were trapped in my thrall, fighting their own bodies, but it was futile.
No matter how strong they were, they always lost. I had the blood of fairy royalty, and no one could resist without extensive training by someone of equal power.
I stalked up to the one kneeling first, spotting the hilt of a blade tucked in his boot. I cupped his tear-streaked face, soothing him with a, “Shhh.”
I bent down, fingers closing around the handle, and smiled up at him. His face transformed from a sobbing mess to a pleading reverence right before I shoved the blade into his chest, twisting it to make sure I got the heart.
His eyes snapped clear for just a moment. My magic didn’t work on the dead, and I blew him a kiss before he fell over.
?*Game on.
I flew forward, dancing through the chaos as power poured from me in waves. Each time I touched someone, their realityfractured. Some saw lost lovers. Others dropped to their knees, reaching out to hallucinations of hope and desire. None of them realized they were dying until the end.
I painted the floor with blood. My hands. My chest. My wings.
Shots echoed from somewhere near the shielded section, but I didn’t care. I was too deep in it, moving through memories not my own, twisting them like strings, guiding them toward sweet, perfect endings.
Each death was a lie. A beautiful one. Delivered byme.
Dancing toward my next victim, a shot cracked nearby. Pain lanced through my upper arm, and I hissed at the contact. My eyes snapped to the shooter. They were far away enough to resist my power, but not far enough to escape it once my complete attention was directed at them.
I focused, preparing to drop him, but suddenly,every one of themlifted off the ground.
Suspended, they scrambled and screamed in confusion. Ras and Lucus had succeeded.
A grin broke across my face.
With no hesitation, my wings snapped shut, and I spun my AK off my shoulder. My fingers gripped my weapon, its power under my control as I laughed and sprayed bullets into the air, hitting as many bodies as I could.
“You thought you could take me down?!”
