But I’m also beyond pissed. “If you’re on death’s doorstep, she has the right to know?—”
“I know.”
We all pause, realizing that Maven is now watching us. Her dark gaze is steady, her dark hair a mess, and the straitjacket those assholes put her in is ripped and stained with blood—but gods, my mate is so strong and beautiful that it’s hard to breathe. Her scythe transforms into a clear dagger she stashes in her boot, which leaves me blinking in surprise.
Crypt swallows. His markings light up again. “Forgive me, darling.”
She gives him a hard look that is definitely ano, not bothering to hide the emotions warring under her surface. Gods, I want to pull her into a hug and promise that we’ll figure out how to keep her creepy incubus, but she quickly turns and strides toward the Frost tower.
“I’ll find a way to fix it. Come on.”
The three of us follow her toward the revolving doors, with Silas talking to the voices in his head.
My inner dragon abruptly wrenches back control, shoving me back into the tiny corner in my head as I black out and he takes over.
It’s so fucking disorienting every time.
I finally come to and try to get my bearings, but all I can figure out is that we’re indoors. It still smells like gasoline, so I must still be near Silas and Maven.
Where is she?I demand.
Covet. Taste,my dragon growls back, senseless and feral as fuck.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Maven says from somewhere nearby.
Hurt me,I try to insist, needing that pain to get control back.
I have no control over my body, so I can’t get the words out. Fuck, I miss our telepathic connection. If anything, I could’ve asked Silas or Crypt or Everett to whack me upside the head to snap me out of it, and they would’ve been all too ready to volunteer. Probably would’ve argued for who had the honor.
I pick up on the sharp scent of fear again before a woman speaks.
“Oh my gods, y—you’re a…a?—“
“She’s a breathtaking demigoddess,” Crypt supplies from close beside me.
The woman hiccups. “But you just killed all those l—legacies and…”
“Reagan. Focus. Is Everett still on the top floor?” my mate asks, gentle but firm.
“In the penthouse,” the woman agrees, sounding terrified.
Someone pulls hard on the leash around my neck. I sense my dragon’s irritation before the taste of blood fills my mouth, telling me the asshole just bit someone really fucking hard. Crypt swears viciously, but when Maven starts to say something, his voice is all reassurance.
“Don’t worry yourself, love. It’s not the first time this feral tosser’s taken a bite out of me. Better to get Frost back before the new wisps you just introduced to Limbo break free.”
27
EVERETT
I never wantedto learn fencing.
When I was six years old, I figured out I could make snowballs in my bare hands whenever I felt like it. Whenever I got bored during my first year of private tutoring, I’d throw a snowball at the tutor.
I thought it would be fine. After all, the tutor was nicer than most other adults in the mansion I was raised in, probably because she was a human who came from nothing who believed kids should be allowed to be kids.
She thought my snowball pranks were funny the first few times. But eventually, she mentioned my newfound playfulness to my parents’ quintet.
They punished me by making me watch as they severely reprimanded her, fired her without pay, and kicked her out the door while she was still sobbing. Then they hired a fire elemental tutor who melted anything I dared create during class.
