Random Jo’s Request #2
Funny how it was our intention to pretend my power was out of control, and now it really was. Classic V.
Phillip took my hand and I looked up at him, still struggling to temper my fear and anxiety. “You can do it, V. I know you can. Breathe, think, act.”
What was this asshole, a monk or something? Did he really think I was putting on a show right now? He couldn’t, right? It was painfully clear to anyone with eyes that I’d royally fucked this up.
I wasn’t that good of an actress.
When I opened and closed my mouth, trying and failing to somehow get that point across, the Austrian’s hand squeezed around mine harder. “I know, maus. Not like we planned, but you can do this.”
Thank Christ the man wasn’t dumb or oblivious in this case. I couldn’t deal with a stupid asshole while my power was on a literal path of destruction.
My other hand was suddenly grabbed, taking my pulse with it, and I jerked my head over to find Sloan with a smile that could melt ice. “You’re in control. You’ve always been in control.”
It seemed fitting that I’d be caught between two men, who inspired sickly sweet poetry in my head, mere minutes from killing them both with my terrible ancient Fae powers, and still not know which hand to hold onto.
Made a girl wonder if cosmic jokes were often this elaborate.
I’d become my worst hussy nightmare. Death inches away, and my heart still wouldn’t even eeny, meeny, miny, moe this shit for the sake of the people who might read this tragic tale of a nympho Hunter.
I’m officially broken in the love department.
Cassius’s eyes bounced around, flames reflected in his luminous irises everywhere he looked.
“I don’t have anything for hellfire, Hunters.
Maybe—I don’t know—mention there’s a possibility she might burn us all alive with it next time.
I’ll be better prepared. But I don’t plan on dying today either, so find some way to call it off. ”
So he thinks this is part of the plan. Great. Guess I gave the Dark Fae too much credit while he fought earlier. My mistake. He was still a total idiot.
My pulse throbbed violently in my ears, loud and afraid, and I closed my eyes, trying to regain control. But the feeling only grew in my belly, and the fire stretched higher to the ceiling, flickering like my life’s rage had been embodied in the flames—the total opposite of what I wanted.
Oh, awesome. I made it worse.
The two men flanking me tightened their grip on my hands, the heat oppressive against our bodies, and I tried to ignore how weird it all was. How tragic it was not to know who I wanted when I could lose them both.
Cassius covered his mouth, coughing. Nothing but dense smoke filled our lungs, and while we didn’t need to breathe, he did. Then the flames parted like large curtains on a stage, ready to welcome the first act. A figure came away from the darkness, all curves and shape, and visibly female.
Kris?
But it wasn’t Kris.
Walking through the break in flames, purple magic danced around the woman in an awesome display of power.
It sparkled and snaked around her hour-glass shape, never staying long but never completely disappearing either.
The strange woman’s golden-brown hair flicked, swished, and twirled about her head in a beautiful dance, but it was her eyes that took me hostage the second the light of the fire hit them.
They were like darkness personified in one glance. A darkness that seeped into your flesh and bones, before wrapping around your heart and holding you prisoner. Firelight burned in them, igniting like she was the flames come to life.
Both Sloan and Phillip moved into defensive positions, their weapons aimed and ready. But the woman walked on, unbothered. Then she was feet from me, lips tilted into a mysterious smile.
“Guess I’m right on time,” she said with a voice like liquid chocolate. I’d never heard anyone sound sexy within the first few words, but this chick nailed it in five.
Phillip’s voice rattled with warning. “Jo. What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you returned to the Fae space?”
Is she a Dark Fae?
I didn’t see any markings, but a good portion of her body was covered so the Dark Fae marks could be somewhere out of sight. Would explain the full body suit she wore, which flexed and moved like a second skin.
I wanted one. Bad.
Her eyes trailed from Phil’s to mine. Then to the other two standing close to me, feet from my own destructive hellfire, which would consume them on impact. “I’m not here for you. I’m here for her.”
His grip on Blood Slayer visibly tightened, but she only smiled and snapped her fingers. The rest of the flames were snuffed out with a whirl of her purple magic, and the room was drenched in darkness again.
Cassius blew out a grateful sigh, the only one shameless enough to show his relief.
But I pinned the stranger with wide eyes before I risked a look around the room. It was no longer filled with a power I couldn’t control. “How—?”
“I want in. Whatever you’re planning to do to Eros and the Organization, I want in on it,” she said to the shock of everyone in that damn room. “And you want me to be in on it, believe me.”