“Do you wish you’d killed me when you still had the chance,Zava?”
Sorrow joined the feast of delicious emotions in his expression. “No. I do not regret the light I have for you. I do not wish I had taken your soul. That I would have regretted.”
I scoffed. “Do you expect me to believe that?”
“I have no reason to lie. Your heart has blackened in full. What is done is done. Nothing is going to change you, not that my words ever have.”
“You’re right. Your Heaven is so stupid, so are you. Both of you will pay the price.” I eyed his yet to be severed wing. “What would happen if I touched that? Would it burn at my hands like the other did when you cut it off?” I asked, elated at the very idea.
“I do not know. Do you wish to try?” He dared.
I smiled. “I most certainly do.” Then I bent to his ear for a whisper. “But not yet. I want to know what a fallen light angel tastes like first.”
Perplexed, he pulled away to look at me. From the corner of my eyes, I could see the derision and confusion about to explode from the audience. I didn’t bother or try to explain. I acted. I pressed my lips to his, forcing him to taste the blood and darkness I’d become, marking his angelic face, corrupting him once more.
Where the fuck is that light I can find you in? I wanna talk to you in private.
I’m right here.
That was fast.
I do not resist it like you.
I smirked into his responsive mouth, my nipples hardening in what must be perceived as shame. Again, I didn’t care. I was Queen. Shame was no longer in my repertoire. I possessed unparalleled power. Not even the king could stop me from anything I wished, shameful or not.
But why was I kissing that pathetic condemned soul? Everybody would know in a minute.
Why did it do weird things to my body and forced that sneaky feeling upon me like one of those slaps I’d given him, as if in payback? That was yet for me to find out. Later. Right now…
How good is your flying with one wing?
Never tried it before. Why?
Well, there’s always a first.
I broke our kiss, and when he opened his eyes, I winked at him. “When you see it, think fast, Zava.”
With a shit-eating grin, I glanced at my beloved king over my shoulder, who glanced back at me warily. “I can’t wait to see how you’re going to fuck me into submission for this one.” I pushed both my hands against the air, my power oozing from my fingers like a force field with enough pressure to knock out anything in its proximity. It should buy me enough time for what I was doing next.
As Damein burst forward at me, I drew a portal of fire between us. My gate back to Earth. “I do like it rough. Don’t forget the cuffs, my king.”
Zavariel’s chains jingled behind me, and then the heat from their fire circled my waist. The next breath I took was as he pushed me out of the gate and up in the Earth’s air, batting his wing awkwardly, Damien’s roars after me echoing.
I closed the gate before he followed, waving at him, my mischief overpowering the nausea from the angelic bumpy ride.
Chapter 33
Zavariel
I kept falling and rising, Belle latched on the front of my body, my right arm tight around hers as she removed my shackles. I spread my left arm in a futile attempt to keep balance, but it was better than nothing. “Damien is going to chase us in seconds.”
“Let him. He can’t stop me,” she said coldly.
“From what?”
“My closure. My beasts are sleeping, but they’re not silent. I must give them their peace to have mine. I have to find Alec, and you’re going to help me.”
“Is that why you broke me out?”
