The thought ofanyoneelse touching Violet stirred my monster in a way I hadn’t experienced before. Anger flooded me, but there was something else. Something foreign.
Fear.
Fear that she would not choseme.That she would give her gifts—her Fae born gift of light—to someone else.
I shook the strange thoughts away. Her light was hers to do with as she wished, and I doubted she had a grasp on it as a freshly awakened Fae.
If they hadn’t brought her here... she’d still be walking around with all that Fae energy none the wiser.
If she hadn’t been here, then...
They were the cause of this.
Legend had it that an awakening was a ceremonious occasion for the Fae, as they didn’t happen often. But it was also told that awakenings—the spiritual alignment of Fae power within the soul—needed a host to ground themselves to.
A conduit of great power, capable of channeling their gift of light.
Capable of stabilizing it for them.
I ran the back of my hand across her forehead, feeling the cold sweat start to form.
She was still so cold.
Like Anne had been...
Suddenly, the rage within me lit like a candle, furious with the notion that Norman and Wanda’s stupidity could actually cost this woman herlife.
And they say I’m the murderer.
This was their fault...
I snapped my gaze to Wanda and Norman who were far too close for my liking, and let out a deep, dark growl that sounded frightening even to my ears.
I was helping the woman!
I noticed Violet’s lips had started to turn blue, and my magic flared, my fire encompassing me like a phoenix.
Come on fire! Why aren’t you working?
I concentrated my fire again into my palm, shocking her with my power.
Come on, Violet. Come on!
“What the hell?” Wanda bit, her tone in awe. “What the hell even is this place?” she asked.
Norman’s tentacles latched on to me, trying to anchor his way in. I bared my fangs at him as he tried to come behind me, looking over my shoulder at Violet with glowing green eyes.
“You’re draining the life out of her!” he said as he bared his fangs.
I shook him off of me, running my hand down Violet’s chest down her abdomen, my fire pulsing as I tried to circulate warmth throughout her body.
I shook Anne, thinking she was playing. Pretending to be asleep. She’d done that before, pretended to be asleep so I’d fuck her awake. I didn’t even notice the circle of Creature Cocks and toys, not immediately anyway. My only focus was on her.
But the moment I touched her, I felt a coldness that was indescribable. Her body was stiff, frigid.
“Anne, wake up, come on now, this isn’t funny,” I called as I shook her. I lifted her, her robe falling over her shoulder to expose the paleness that had taken over her naturally pale skin.
Then I noticed she was surrounded by a disarray of sex toys; on the bed, the dresser, the nightstand...
