Page 24 of A Spark Of Revenge

Biting my tongue, I wait as Razar opens the door to a room I haven't been in before, then surprises the shit out of me when his hands move up my thighs, making me gasp before he grabs my hips and then tosses me through the air. A shocked squeak escapes my parted lips as the feeling of falling sends my stomach into my throat. Before I can scream, my butt lands on soft pillows, and I bounce, then roll across a large bed.

“What the actual fuck, Razar?!” I shout when I finally regain the ability to speak again. “What are you doing?” The bindings around my wrists suddenly release and I shake my hands out at my sides.

“Setting a trap,” he grumbles, slamming the door of the room he just launched me into before leaning on the wall next to it, crossing his arms over his chest, glaring at me as I sit up on the comfortable bed. I eye the door, then look back at him, wondering how I will get through it and run away. Almost like he can read my mind, Razar shakes his head, green eyes flashing with excitement. “Don’t,” he warns, his long black hair falling wildly down his shoulders as he slides closer to me. “You run, and this gets a whole lot harder for you,” he whispers, surprising me when his words come out as more of a warning than a threat.

I swallow and slowly push myself further back on the bed, not liking how heavy his gaze feels as he stares at me. “A trap?” I ask, eyeing him carefully as I rub at my right side, wishing I could heal myself like everyone else in this damn castle. “Who for?” Razar doesn't respond as he glares at me, making the air tense. I freeze when something moves in the corner of the room. Then a small meow makes me freeze, mouth dropping open in shock as I push myself to my hands and knees. Crawling to the edge of the bed, I watch as a ball of orange fluff stretches on a small armchair, its tail flicking in annoyance as it slowly presses to its tiny paws and stands.

“Milo?” I whisper, shock, surprise, and elation rushing through me as I spring from the bed, rushing to get to my cat. Just as I’m about to reach him, Razar somehow beats me to it, snatching Milo into his arms and glaring at me while holding the feline close to his chest. Milo reacts instantly, yowling and hissing at the man holding him before sinking his tiny teeth into Razar's thumb, making me gasp in surprise.

“What the hell are you doing to my cat?” I shriek, jumping off the bed, no longer caring about my own safety, as I take a flying leap at the man in front of me. I wrap my arms and legs around him, yanking on him hard the way I did Lennox the time I took him off his feet. Razar must be expecting it though, because he simply steps back with one foot, countering my attack easily before facepalming me and sending me flying back down to the ground.

“MY little monster,” Razar corrects with a snarl, holding Milo even closer as my cat literally hisses and tries to claw out his eyes.

“No! Not yours! How the hell did you find him?” I ask, partly in anger and the other in relief. I have been so freaking worried about him, scared to death that Dan wouldn't come looking for me when I had disappeared and that Milo would starve. I’ve literally lost sleep over my little cat, and now I find out he’s been in this castle the whole fucking time?

I shove up to my feet, fury radiating off me as I watch Razar's face soften a little when he stares down at the ball of fur that is currently turning his hands into hamburger. “Umm, you’re bleeding. I don't think he likes you,” I point out, making Razar’s face harden in the next second before he bends forward, snatches a pillow off the bed to our right, then launches it at my face, his green eyes cold as he legitimately growls, the sound vibrating from his chest.

The surprise pillow attack from Razar takes me off guard. I’m not prepared when it hits my face with such force that my neck snaps back, making me shout and fall back onto the bed, cursing as tears spring to my eyes. The pain in my neck and head radiates to a new level, making stars burst in my vision, all my previous injuries making themselves known, and suddenly, I’m too tired to fight Razar anymore. So, instead of jumping back up to square off with him like I should, I grab the pillow Razar tossed at me and curl up around it, keeping my eyes shut in an attempt to make the pain stop. I’m tired, and the events over the last twenty-four hours have drained me.

“What are you doing?” Razar grumbles after a long moment, and I crack a lid, looking at him long enough to find him bent forward, eyes narrowed like he’s honestly confused about what I’m doing. The bright light from his window makes my head throb, so I shut my eyes after glaring at him for as long as I can.

“I want my cat back,” I growl, trying to match his angry tone, but failing miserably. I honestly just want a nice hot bath and to sleep for a day or two, but I seriously doubt that will happen anytime soon.

“Are you…” Razar growls under his breath, his voice growing closer, making my nerves return tenfold. But before I can do anything, I feel the press of warm, almost hot fingers on my cheek, and my eyes snap back open. Razar keeps glaring at me while he brings his wet fingers up to his face, and I realize he wiped at the tears that fell despite my best efforts to quell them. “You're leaking,” Razar states, his voice no longer holding the heat of anger, but cold detachment and perhaps confusion.

Milo has stopped attacking Razar and simply glares up at him, letting loose an occasional hiss, and I can't help myself. A giggle breaks free from my lips as I watch Razar’s face twist into something I can’t quite describe. Disgust? Confusion? Worry? Maybe a combination of all three. Razar’s face only propels my laughter into full-blown hysterics, making my head and body cry in pain, but I can’t stop laughing as I contemplate everything I have been through. Razar steps away from me, acting like my emotions might be contagious, and he may get infected if he gets too close.

“Are you… broken?” Razar asks, his voice softer than I have ever heard before. I shake my head and wipe at the tears streaming down my face as I gather my thoughts. I’m currently being held prisoner by a man I stabbed in the chest… who also shifts into a monster from my nightmares. Who is the brother of the guy I was fucking, and also related to the man I hate… but kinda like at the same time, which makes no fucking sense. Then, there is the man who has only helped and kept me safe this entire time, who I’m pretty sure I’m also catching feelings for, and is probably losing his shit somewhere in this castle because I’m not where he left me. Meanwhile, I’ve been hurt, betrayed by the men I was growing to care for and my friends, and chased through the forest by a damn monster.

My eyes flick back to said monster man, and I sigh, realizing I have no weapon… no blade to protect myself with. Razar frowns when he sees my gaze on him.

“What's wrong with you?” he asks, tilting his head to the side and staring at me like I’m a puzzle he’s trying to figure out.

“I’m suddenly realizing I really suck at being a Hunter,” I admit with a heavy sigh. Razar frowns, looking at me like I’m the craziest person he has ever met.

“It’s taken you this long to figure that out? I knew that the moment I met you,” he says matter-of-factly as I slowly attempt to push myself up on the bed, ignoring my screaming head and aching neck.

“You know you're a real prick sometimes?” I mutter under my breath as I stare at him, my eyes moving to Milo and then to the door that Razar has left unguarded. “Are you going to kill me?” I ask, refusing to look at him as I wait for his answer.

“I haven't decided yet. But I doubt my brother will allow me,” Razar growls out, then inhales sharply, making me dart a look in his direction as he suddenly lets Milo go. Razar’s posture suddenly tenses; making me realize he had let his guard down while talking to me. He steps in front of the bed, blocking me from view as his door bursts inward, a wave of magic coursing through the room. Razar growls in response as Valen strides into the room, green magic flickering around him like tiny bolts of lightning.

There is a moment of silence as Valen's eyes fall on Razar, then slide to me, and Razar curses and shakes his head as Valen’s eyes darken, square jaw locking as he stares at me on the bed.

“I didn’t—” Razar starts, then Valen launches himself at him, their bodies colliding with a harsh impact, making me wince in sympathy.

“You never fucking learn! How many times do we have to do this?” Valen snarls, his fists colliding with Razar’s face multiple times before the dark-haired Demon twists, flipping him and Valen, making them roll across the floor in a flurry of fists and green and black magic.

“Fucking men!” I mutter, crawling to the edge of the bed, watching them curse each other out while beating the shit out of one another. I frown, concern and confusion both at the forefront of my mind. Why the hell are these two acting like they know each other? Dread slowly starts to pool in my stomach as I watch, and when they roll dangerously close to Milo, I click my tongue and wiggle my finger at him, grinning as my bundle of orange fur leaps over the two fighting men and onto the bed next to me. His bright blue eyes casually take in the chaos as he loafs on the bed next to me, purring loudly in contentment.

“Good boy,” I coo, petting him a few times before sighing loudly and standing up, figuring I’m going to need to stop the fight before Razar kills Valen. Maybe he will forget about the other Dream Walker if I distract him or something. “Hey!” I clap my hands together, trying to get their attention. “Knock it off! Both of you,” I yell, jumping to the side when Razar kicks Valen in the ribs, sending him flying through the air and crashing into the armchair. “Razar!” I scream, my annoyance turning to fear as I rush toward Valen, only for Razar to jump to his feet and catch me around my waist, scooping me off my feet as he glares at Valen.

“Let go of me!” I snarl, clawing at his hands as I keep my eyes on Valen.

“You thought I wouldn't notice your magic?” Razar rasps, glaring at the man who just broke his chair as he pushes himself up to his feet, dusting off his black clothes. “Have you been gone so long that you think you could fucking hide from me?”

“Are you okay?” I ask, body tense from being pressed this close to Razar’s body. He’s incredibly hot and not the drool-worthy way, but the ‘I feel like I’m on fire’ way. It's wreaking havoc on my mind as I push at his arm and claw at what skin is exposed.

“Let her go!” Valen snarls, ignoring Razar’s words, his eyes locked firmly on Razar’s arm corded around my waist. Both men ignore me and my anger, which only pisses me off more as I twist my knee to the side and bring it up, catching Razar between the legs. We go down with a crash, Razar growling as his arm tightens around me, hand darting back to support my neck before it can whip back and cause even more damage.

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