Page 140 of Revenge of the Forgotten

Vega wrapped her hand around his, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. “If you want to know so badly, you’ll have to come find me.”

“I can feel you, feel my blade. The pull led me to the middle of the Sea of Ros, just off the coast of Imber. Have you grown gills?” Bridger’s hand slid down to Vega’s neck, his fingers applying enough pressure, Vega could feel her airway constrict.

“Don’t make a rash decision, Dimico, or I’ll make you wish you could die.” Vega let a purr of electricity buzz over her skin—just enough that Bridger would feel a slight tingle under his fingers.

The anger melted from his face, a look of amusement taking its place. “I like it when you threaten me with a good time.” Bridger pulled her roughly by her neck, and a traitorous gasp slipped from Vega’s parted lips. “Do me a favor and get the fuck out of here before you get yourself caught up in something you’ll regret.”

Bridger shoved her away with enough force she staggered back. “I’m not running from this fight,” Vega declared.

Thunder rumbled overhead as a storm formed in the distance. It wasn’t a natural occurrence this time of the year. Vega sent a warning she was here. Here and ready to fight.

Bridger’s lips parted, his gaze nowhere near as cold as it’d been in lives before. He looked like he was about to say something, but then his eyes shifted, a flicker of fear flashing across his face before it returned to impassive.

“Why must you always play the hero?”

Her sister’s question grated like nails on a chalkboard from behind her. Vega turned slowly, and Marlena was smiling as tendrils of smoke disappeared behind her.

“Hello, sister.”

Vega returned the smile, her senses on overdrive as she let her lightning finally roar to life in her hands.

Marlena stood in place, eyeing Vega like a bullseye. “I knew if I found Bridger, I’d find you. Still trying to get him back? How pathetic.”

“Still trying to sneak into his bed and have your sister’s sloppy seconds?” Vega rolled her eyes. They could stand there all day arguing, but it would only prolong the inevitable.

Marlena snaked forward as the wind picked up overhead and Vega’s storm rolled in, sitting on top of them. Vega wouldn’t wait for her sister to strike first.

The time for playing with emotions was over.

Vega lunged forward with her lightning, the bolt cracking a tree behind Marlena. Her sister laughed, beginning to point out that Vega had missed—but the diversion was just what she needed. Vega looked up at the sky, a funnel cloud breaking the surface.

In no life had she been strong enough, either mentally or physically, to conjure up a tornado. But this life, oh boy, this life Vega was ready to fight.

“Your soldiers better run,” Vega said over her shoulder to Bridger. Lightning flickered inside the descending storm, screams rattling from the people at the newly assigned war camp.

Vega saw the storm inside her head, pushing her powers to twirl and dance with the clouds above.

Marlena’s mask fell for a sliver of a second—long enough for Vega to see the look of shock mangling her features.

The thin tornado touched down, and Vega spun her finger out in front of her, a gust of wind mimicking the rampant storm beyond the cover of the trees.

Bridger unsheathed his sword, taking a step closer to Vega when she threw the wind at him, knocking him down.

“You both have made a grave mistake this time. You’ve underestimated the hatred that has grown for the both of you over the last half a century. I no longer feel sorry for the lives you’ve lived.” Her voice grew louder as she spoke. “I no longer care who either of you once were to me!” Vega unleashed, sending a lightning bolt through the air directly at her sister’s pretty blonde head. “I’m going to make sure I find a way to send you both straight to the underworld where you belong!”

Another lightning bolt shot out from the palm facing backwards, nearly striking Bridger—but he was fast, and unfortunately, he knew her moves. Whether Vega wanted to admit it or not, he knew her better than anyone else.

Better than Arlet. Better than Khort. And even better than Marlena.

The tornado ravaged through the town, overturning caravans of army vehicles, sending their supplies flying and taking whoever got too close with it.

Marlena’s emerald fire tore through the whipping wind beside Vega’s face. The heat from the flame forced her to duck and roll. She popped back up, reaching for a dagger at her side.

Spinning on her heels, Vega flung the dagger towards Marlena, who caught it out of midair.

None of them could die, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t become incapacitated long enough to find themselves imprisoned.

Bridger came from behind, knocking Vega off her feet. She flipped herself over, ready to claw his eyes out of his skull until she realized he’d sent her flying to the ground seconds before Marlena chucked the blade back at her. It would’ve landed its target.

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