Of course, it’s him. There’s only one warlock who loves the sound of his own voice more than the actual fight.
Visha has the whole world fooled. They all think she’s the most powerful witch to ever exist, and her coven is the strongest, but I know better.
Beneath the surface, her ranks are rotten to the core. Apart from a handful of dark magic wielders, the rest are oppressed to the point they don’t care what their queen does as long as she leaves them and their family alone.
Visha heavily relies on Deviants and elite warriors to walk through hell on her behalf, keeping her hands clean and her image cleaner.
Once a year, the Crescent Moon invites magic bearers from across the world to maintain peace with other covens, offering their prisoners to keep them entertained. AndDavidhere was a frequent visitor to my side of the cells.
“Ugh, not you again.” I throw my head back and groan loudly.
“You really thought you could escape?” David sneers. “Now I’ll make your friends watch as I drag you back to where you belong.”
This delusional motherfucker.
He keeps going with his villain monologue, gloating about his power and dominance, and I can’t help but laugh at thewildly inaccurate assumptions. I literally snort out loud, the sound resonating in the dead of night.
Across the lot, Angel hears me and can’t stop his own laughter while he stabs a warrior with the sharp tip of his bow.
David is five feet tall and looks like he’s six months pregnant with his belly sticking out.I’msupposed to be afraid ofhim?
Now that I think about it, his anger might stem from the time I stabbed his cousin in the dick.
“Honestly, Dickvid? You should—”
“It’s David!” he snaps, face red and twitching.
This guy should try yoga. I’ve heard it helps with anger management.
“Yeah, yeah, same difference. Hey, how’s the wife? Did she leave you for that ugly face yet?”
I don’t understand how they find women in the first place. There’s not a single redeeming quality about them, neither externally nor internally.
“You will never make it out of this alive! The dark queenwillfind you and drag you back. And when she does, your kind will…” Dickvid’s face is nearly purple with rage as he sneers at me, continuing his oh-so-evil monologue. Even his warriors look bored.
“Sorry, Dickvid, but I don’t speak stupid. Didn’t go to school. You know, with your peoplekidnappingme and whatnot.”
Andthatsnaps his restraint. Roaring like a pig suffering from constipation, he charges at me along with his minions.
With a flick of his wrists, thorns from the bushes behind him whip through the air. I duck just in time, but one still catches my arm, tearing the sleeve of my dress.
Okay, now I’m pissed.
Being back in the middle of Deviants and warlocks after months of peace isn’t nearly as adventurous as I thought it’d be. It’s digging up the horrors I try to bury every night.
A sharp pinch pulses in my chest, my Divine straining against the mental cage I’m keeping it locked in. It’s sensing the danger around me and crawling to the front, demanding Irelease my leash over it.
Unlike most of the mythical population, I drew the short straw and got stuck with an overactive Divine with its own mind and demands. And if I slip even for a second, it won’t be me standing here, but something vengeful wearing my skin.
I can’t even imagine what would happen if my Divine is running wild and I’m not the one holding the reins.
My chest is on fire as my essence claws at me, begging to be unleashed. If I don’t force it back into its cage, it’ll destroy me from the inside. I’d rather rely on my skills than let my Divine tear everything apart.
I’m so consumed with crushing skulls with my bare hands and wrestling my Divine into submission, I lose sight of everything else until Hazel yells from behind me.
“Nevaeh, watch your six!”
My what?
