Page 90 of Poison's Kiss
Chapter 18
Loose Ends
The chilled air in my room leaves a frosty breath on my lips. The whistling wind draws my attention as my eyes try to adjust from their sleepy state. Holy crap it's cold. Why is my window up?
I start to stand, but I'm pinned in a blur of motion as a body sweeps over mine and a hand squeezes my throat. I scream out, unable to fully focus my still blurry eyes to see my attacker.
No one comes to investigate, and I see the glowing blue eyes of the night stalker straddling me, pinning me to the bed. He laughs with a familiar chime, and I shiver from more than the cold now.
Isolis. No!
"Scream all you want to, witch," he taunts. "They can't hear you. They're resting in a deep sleep. You can thank my dreamer for that. They'll die soon, but I wanted to start with you. And damn you smell good. I think I'll take my time."
With my sight finally clear, I see his dark hair lined up in a military style. His dark smile plays on his lips. The broad shoulders remind me more of a lycan than a night stalker. All I know is I want him off me.
Tears seep through the sheet under my head as the wet trails stream down. I struggle, but he subdues my power by using his dark strength. How did he get past my barrier?
If a dreamer has been here, all the dark magic has been sedated into a deep sleep. A dreamer is pointless on light magic, but what in the hell are they doing working with a night stalker? They hate night stalkers almost as much as witches.
Who am I to talk?
I cry harder, each breath riddled with unintelligible sounds as I try to escape his touch, praying to free my magic from his hold.
"Struggle, witch. I love a good fight."
"Let me go, and I'll give you the fight of your life," I growl, trying to find leverage to push against him, but it's impossible.
Physically, I'm beyond outmatched by the immortal. Without my powers, I'm just as helpless as a human girl.
"Just one taste of your blood on my lips, and you'll be mine. I'll let you love every second of it before I make you scream in pain. I told you I'd find you. You might have masked your scent and hidden your true face, but I'm no fool. There's always a way. Lucky for me, I knowallthe right people to ask."
I fight ineffectively beneath him, tasting bile in the back of my throat when I feel his length pressed against me. The tears only feel hotter as they drip in a continuous flow.
"Cry, witch. Scream for me. Make this fun."
As his cold hand starts climbing up my gown, the flow of my tears quickens. Before he reaches a point of no return, the door to my room bursts open, and the night stalker is launched off me by a stream of red energy.
I gasp out for fresh air, quickly facing my savior to see Dice. He launches another red stream, but Isolis dodges it, diving on top of him. An incubus is no match for a night stalker.
Now that I'm free, I don't waste time. I launch my powers, letting them roar free with a vengeance. The silver orbs fly from my hands, bringing with it the dark intoxication of my deadly power.
The orbs strike the night stalker without mercy, launching him through the railing on the second floor and sending him to the first floor before he knows what's going on. I hear his wheezed breaths singing to me with the melody of death's promise.
"What the fuck?" Dice almost whispers to himself, stunned by the show of power.
I step over him, letting my darkness sink to my core as I move down the stairs - a slow, steady, suspenseful stride in place. Isolis sputters, gargling blood, drowning in his own red stain as I stalk toward him.
His body has absorbed the ruthless power inside of me that burns stronger with each use. He's not as strong as Castine. I'll kill him with ease.
"You bitch!" he spews, coughing out more of his red demise. "I'll-"
He stops as the deadly smirk appears on my lips. "All you'll do is die."
Fear cloaks his face as he suddenly becomes ashen by the infection of it. I don't know what he sees in me right now, but I love the power of fear.
"It's you. You'll fucking kill us all!"
Before he can rant on, I strike him with one last silver orb, showing my father's power as it surges freely from my fingertips. Dice drops down from the second floor, and I almost strike him before the high subsides as quickly as it came. Just as it always does.
