He touched what'smine.
And I'm going to rip his fucking heart out for it.
"Open a portal. Take me to him.Now." The command rips from my throat. I'm done playing games with this horned bastard. He fucked with me, and now he's fucked with my mate. There's no power in any realm that can save him now.
Dani doesn't hesitate. Her hands weave through the air, reality rippling as a portal tears open before us. Through the shimmering veil, the Nexus materializes, ancient steps leading to where two gods clash above the clouds. Heimdall and Loki's energies collide like warring storms, shaking the very foundations of Zephyria.
We don't pause. Together, we step through the portal, the world shifting in a dizzying kaleidoscope. One moment we're in the frozen wasteland of my torture; the next, we're standing above the clouds, wind whipping around us with the force of a hurricane.
But I barely feel it. My body's a living conductor, electricity racing through my veins, turning my blood to liquid fire. My hands flex at my sides as the power begs for release. Every instinct screams at me to unleash hell, rain down fury and vengeance until nothing is left but ashes.
Power shakes the very air as Heimdall and Loki clash. Each impact sends shockwaves through the clouds, their weapons striking with the force of colliding stars. Golden light meets ice-blue frost in explosive bursts that would blind mortal eyes.
My lightning surges in response to their battle, recognizing power rivaling the gods. Beside me, Erik and Bryn take defensive positions, weapons drawn but useless against this level of combat.
Heimdall moves like thunder, his blade carving paths through Loki's ice magic. The trickster god dances away from each strike, frost armor splintering and reforming in heartbeats. But Heimdall's faster—fuckingimpossiblyfaster—and his next strike catches Loki's shoulder, golden sword biting deep.
The snake stumbles, blood crystallizing on his armor. Heimdall doesn't hesitate. His free hand locks around Loki's throat, slamming him against the wall hard enough to crack stone.
"Now you lose, Trickster." Heimdall's voice booms like an avalanche.
Loki's laugh turns to a choke as Heimdall's grip tightens. The guardian's hand plunges into Loki's pocket, emerging with the Zephyrite stone. Without looking, he hurls it behind him.
"Lightborn!" The stone arcs through the air like a shooting star.
Dani launches herself forward, fingers stretching for the gem. The instant she touches it, pure powerexplodesfrom the point of contact. The stone vanishes, materializing in her crown with a flash that sears my retinas.
Holy fuck.
Dani rises slowly, and my breath catches in my throat. Power radiates from her in visible waves, her honey eyes blazing with internal storms. Wind whips around her like a living thing, responding to her will. The crown pulses with newfound strength, the Zephyrite stone settling into its destined place like it was always meant to be there—recognizing its owner.
She looks like a goddess incarnate, raw power made flesh, and for a moment I forget about Loki, about revenge, about everything except the magnificent creature before me. My mate. My warrior queen. My perfect match in every way.
Then she turns those storm-filled eyes toward Loki, and the air seems to hold its breath.
Heimdall drags Loki outside into the open, his golden armor gleaming against the dark skies. Above us, Dani's power transforms the heavens—storm clouds boil into existence. The wind rises to a deafening howl, whipping around us with conscious fury.
Heimdall hurls Loki to the ground, the impact cratering the earth. His ancient eyes find mine, burning with knowledge. "Godborn," his voice cuts through the chaos, "let your mate forge the storm, and you become its wrath."
The words hit me, and suddenly Iunderstand.
I've been able to call lightning, to force it to my will through sheer fucking dominance. But this—watching Dani summon these storm clouds, feeling her power charge the very air around us—this is different. She's not just commanding the storm; she's creating the perfect fucking playground for my abilities.
Every cloud she summons, every violent wind she unleashes, charges the atmosphere with raw potential. The air crackles with electricity,beggingfor my command. What usually takes intense focus and brute force now feels as natural as breathing.
My lightning responds instantly, no longer fighting to break free but singing through my veins in perfect harmony. I reach out with my telekinesis, feeling the electric potential in every air molecule. It's like the universe is waiting for me to direct its fury.
Dani's power pulses through our bond, her storm merging with my lightning until I can't tell where her influence ends and mine begins. We're not just soulmates—we're two halves of nature's fury itself. She creates the storm, I become its judgment.
My hand rises, and the very sky answers my call.
Lightning arcs toward Loki, but the snake's already moving. His body blurs with impossible speed, and then—
Erik's body pitches backward over the cliff's edge, disappearing into storm-black sky.
No.
Oh my god.
