Page 60 of A Spark Of Revenge

“Nox?” I pant out, my hands moving from around his neck to press against my racing heart as he growls and shakes his head. “What's wrong?”

“Fuck! Go! Meyer, get out of here,” he snarls, popping the warm little bubble we had wrapped ourselves in as my mouth drops open in shock. Not again! He seriously wouldn't push me away a second time, would he?

“What?” I ask breathlessly as he groans like he's in pain, his body trembling, and I step back, ready to run and look for Creed or Valen. But before I can panic too much, the shadow behind us shifts, and Razar moves into the light, his hooded figure stalking over to me. I take a step back as Nox growls low in his throat, bright red eyes flashing at Razar, who freezes mid-step.

“Get over here, now,” Razar rasps, and it takes me a moment to realize it's me he’s talking to.

“W-what?”

“Now!” Razor bellows as horns slowly start to appear on Nox’s temples, the curled black points growing over his brow as his shoulders hunch forward.

“Okay!” I nod in agreement, running over to Razar and squeaking in surprise when he grabs me, yanks me close, then covers me in his dark cloak, shutting out the light as his arms lift me off the ground and dark, cold magic surrounds us. “Razar!” I scream in fright as everything moves and shifts, the feeling of him running making my stomach turn as I cling to his strong arms.

“Wait! Nox needed help. Why are we leaving?” I shout as Razar’s pace slows, and he chuckles darkly under his breath before his arms release me without warning. I fall from him, crumpling to the cold floor with a shout, then glare up at the hooded man. “What the hell, Razar?!”

The man growls down at me before he turns on his heel and walks away.

“What?! Wait, what just happened? You can't just take me like that and…” I trail off, looking around me, trying to figure out where I am. “Where the hell am I?” I shout after him, running to catch up, then grab his elbow to stop him. In an instant, I’m pressed against a wall, blade pressed to my throat as I gasp and gape up at him.

“Do not mistake my help as kindness, Pup. I did what I had to so Nox wouldn’t claim your ass and chain his soul to you for the rest of eternity. If I were you, I would give him twenty-four hours to ensure your safety and freedom,” he snarls before letting the blade slide from my throat, its sharp edge nicking my skin as he sneers down at me. “Or don’t. I honestly couldn’t give two shits about you,” he growls, dark eyes fixed on mine.

“Then let me go,” I grind out, looking down to where his free hand is wrapped around my waist. Razar releases me so fast you would think I burned him, his eyes wide, and the sneer falls from his face as shock takes its place. In the next moment, Razar turns and strides away from me, his steps feather-light as he disappears into the shadows of the dark hallway, his cloak billowing out behind him as he goes.

TWENTY-NINE

Meyer

“Where’d you run off to last night, Angry Girl?” Theo asks as he shovels scrambled eggs into his mouth, eating so fast you would think he didn't have a four-course meal last night. “I wanted a dance, but you disappeared when I went looking for you. Did you get lucky?” he asks with a mouthful of food, looking up at me and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“No. And I was tired. It was a long day,” I say, keeping my answer vague. In all reality, I had wandered the castle halls for the better part of an hour, trying to figure out where I was since Razar left me in a corridor I had never seen before. When I finally stumbled upon the door that led back to the Ranger barracks, I almost cried in relief. But that relief was short-lived when I found two Demon Princes leaning against my door, waiting for me with matching angry expressions.

Creed was mad that I had disappeared and he couldn't find me, and Valen was upset that I left without granting him a dance. Neither of them mentioned Victor Drakos being my escort for the night. I’m assuming Elaine explained things, since it looked like they were only moments away from roasting her guy at dinner. Thankfully, they were only there to say good night. Valen had been the first to sweep me into his arms for a soft, sweet kiss, but Creed had been right behind him, his chest pressing to my back as he kissed my neck, taking advantage of me being distracted by Valen.

I clear my throat and look around the cafeteria, which looks completely normal this morning as I try to cool my raging libido. I went to bed hot and needy after that kiss, and more confused than ever before. Then I had a hard time actually falling asleep because I was scared I may dream walk into someone else’s dream… Needless to say, it was a long night and I’m exhausted.

“Is everything okay?” Jordan asks, sitting next to me while glowering at Theo. “You were missed during training yesterday, but Umbra Regalis said you were doing some private training with Creed.” I nod, not wanting to worry my friends about a near-death experience when I’m totally fine now.

“Yeah, I was practicing with some swords, and we had an argument,” I admit, telling them about my training with Creed before Nox’s dream.

“Do I need to talk with him? I’ll make sure he leaves you alone if you want,” Theo says, totally serious, and I crack up.

“Theo, I appreciate it. But getting your ass kicked for sticking up for me wouldn't be helpful. Besides, I already spanked him,” I add with a shrug, making Jordan choke on a bite of his toast as Theo grins and winks at me.

“Kinky! Did you make him your bitch?”

“Theo!” Jordan snaps, gaping at him in shock and making the two of us burst into laughter as I nod.

“Totally did,” I giggle, wiping my eyes as I look down the table at the two Rangers staring at us. Billy and Sabrina exchange curious glances, probably wondering what's so funny, and Jordan gives them a small wave, which they return before they go back to their meal.

“Theo?” I ask, staring at Billy with a sneaking suspicion.

“Yeah, Angry Girl?” Theo mutters, reaching across his plate and stealing a piece of bacon off mine. I immediately whack him with the back of my fork, protecting my breakfast and making him pout at me as he rubs his hand. “How many Rangers and Hunters were already on Lennox’s side before he officially took over the castle?”

“Almost half of the Hunters and about a third of the Rangers. Though the number is almost double now. Mom’s been making it her personal mission to make sure everyone is told the truth about the Seniorem. Once they’ve been informed about the humans and other shady shit that the Seniorem have been doing, they have been voluntarily changing their allegiances. Why?”

“I haven’t seen any real fights or arguments, and after a hostile takeover like that, I guess I just figured there would be more pushback,” I admit. Sure, there have been some wary glances and whispers whenever one of the guys is in the room, but I haven't seen any outright defiance.

“Oh, they’ve been happening. It's just that Nox seems to know when someone is about to freak out and intervenes before it gets nasty. It's kinda creepy how he’s just there to handle everything right as it goes to shit,” Theo admits, and I snort.

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