“Did you think you’d killed me?” I shot back. Anger brewed just beneath the surface of my skin. She’d changed Luka against his will, planted the thought of killing his mom in his dad’s head, and tried to kill me. If there was anyone who deserved the output of my unstable emotions, it was her.
Her two lackeys rushed forward then, and Sage and Demi ran out to greet them, clashing together.
Morgana, in a blur of motion, shot forward, and I rushed out to hit her head on with a battle cry.
‘You okay?’Luka’s voice came through our bond.
‘Found Morgana. Not a good time to chat,’I responded as her fist connected with my collarbone and I felt something shatter. At the same time, I reached up and yanked a chunk of her hair out. Her shrill scream ripped through the air.
She looked at the hair in my closed fist in shock and I grinned. I wasn’t above hair pulling. By the time I was done with her, she was going to beg for mercy.
My anger reached a boiling point. Something big, pulsing, and magical had built inside of me, and keeping it in was actually hurting. I threw my hands out and screamed in frustration. A shockwave of power burst from my palms and slammed into Morgana, tossing her backward and snapping the trees in my immediate vicinity in half.
What the hell? I stared at my hands in shock. Did I … do that?
“You’re Ithaki!” Demi grumbled beside me as she fought her vampire. “Your fey power must have activated when you turned into a vamp.”
I had …feypowers?
Holy crap.
I was so stunned by the display of power I’d just shown that I didn’t realize Morgana was already coming back at me. She had a dagger in her hand and was running so fast I could barely track her. Throwing myself backward, her knife hand barely missed, grazing past my arm, slicing into my flesh.
Being a vampire was crazy. She’d broken my collarbone a moment ago, and it had hurt, but already it felt like it was almost healed. Instead of worrying about the bleeding wound like I would if I were still human, I pulled out the stake from behind my back and burst forward. I stabbed at her like a maniac, punching six holes in her in rapid succession. All purposefully in non-kill zones. She gasped in shock as my weapon penetrated her skin.
“That was for Luka’s family,” I hissed.
Fear trickled across her face and she rushed backward and away from me. When she hit the tree line, she ran.
“She’s fleeing!” Demi growled. Her legs were covered in dead vampire ash—so was Sage’s muzzle. They’d already taken care of Morgana’s henchmen.
Sage darted forward but Demi grasped her wolf by the middle and yanked her back. “This is Aspen’s kill,” Demi scolded.
Spurred on by that confidence, I took off into the tree line before Morgana could fully heal from the wounds I’d just given her.
I ran full-out, but Morgana was still a blur ahead of me.
She was fast, even in her injured state, and I was starting to wonder if I could catch up with her. I needed to throw another shockwave thingy. The other one I’d only done because I’d been full of rage.
‘Quick, tell me something awful about what Morgana did to you,’I prodded Luka.
He didn’t even ask why I wanted to know.‘If she hadn’t poisoned my father’s mind, my mother would still be here and able to attend our wedding. But she’s not, and a small part of me will look out on that day and picture her in one of those seats.’
Okay, this bitch was dead. So dead.
The rage ripped through me so fast and hot that I screamed as a slice of pain ran down my arms. I threw all the power I could at Morgana’s back. It burst outward, knocking into everything in its path. Morgana soared forward onto her face as bushes and trees flattened.Whoa. Rushing faster than I ever had before, I reached her just as she was pushing herself up. I jumped on her back with my feet, pinning her down. A groan ripped from her lips.
Gripping the stake, I leaned down and whispered into her ear. “You’ll never be queen, but thanks to you, I will be.” With all the force I had, I slammed the tip of the stake into her back, right where her heart was, and she went limp. Her body started to decompose, drying out like a shell, turning to ash around my boots. By the time Demi and Sage ran up behind me, Morgana was gone.
They let out two whoops of excitement and I couldn’t help but smile.
‘It’s done,’I told Luka.
Shock ripped through our bond.‘Morgana’s dead?’
‘She is,’I told him.
‘Are you hurt?’
