My first crush and it had beenhim.
All of our jaws dropped at the sight before us.
Because he was Master Niallan. The Original druid.
The man who had stolen the Original vampire’s power. And killed him.
“Oh fuck,” Adelie gasped.
Lord Xenon grunted.
The rest of us stayed mute.
Master Niallan kicked and bellowed, his features contorting in rage. His normal gem green eyes had morphed into gold. He twisted to the side and threw his palm in his buddies’—and they were his closest friends—direction. A shot of flame erupted from his hand, hitting its target.
His friends howled their frustration, patting their clothes in a rush.
Letting loose the Original druid’s feet.
In one swift move, he jumped up.
The man bared his teeth at his friends.
Devin’s and Ysander’s eyes glowed golden, and they marched straight toward him. They also had the power of a vampire, gifted to them by their best friend.
But their heads smacked back suddenly as if they had hit a brick wall.
“Oh my God,” I mumbled in utter shock.
My eyes landed on the Original druid. The only one who could enter.
It wasn’t a legion of druids that had come.
It wasthedruid.
Cato snapped out of his shock, and hissed, “We need to shut his need down. Now.”
The overlords rushed to the cauldron, their heads bent close together.
Adelie and I watched as Devin and Ysander continued to try to enter. The floor continued to shake with each of their blasts for entry. They shouted at their friend, urging him to come out.
But the Original held his ground, pacing in front of them.
As if he were protecting the doorway like it was his lair.
I knew when the spell started to dissipate.
His steps faltered.
Once. Twice. More and more frequently.
He shook his head of long, curly blond hair like an animal, and pounded on his forehead with the heel of his palm, shaking off the effects. His six-foot-two-inch muscled frame tensed with each step he took. The black Celtic tattoos on his dark complexion bunched on his biceps, his hands turning into two fists. When he next looked up, the gold was erased from his eyes, his gaze now a stunning green.
His blond brows puckered on his rugged features.
He stopped directly in front of his friends.
Lord Xenon rushed to the window, followed by the rest of the overlords.
