Page 89 of Cursed Heirs

“Argh!” I yelled, bolting toward the flames and calling my power, rage at my helplessness taking me over, the extreme frustration of it getting to me more and more with each passing moment I remained trapped here.

The fires raged, closing in again.

The blistering heat threatened to melt my skin from my bones.

But I didn’t back down this time.

I fought against the rapidly worsening agony, my hands shaking with it until I was able to call a spark of my golden power on each of my palms.

Hope bloomed as it started to make a small gap through the wall right in front of me.

I ground my jaw, fighting like hell to keep going, to push it further, despite the smell of burning flesh. Not clothing, though. No, somehow the crimson robe, which was all that I was wearing, remained intact, yet the fire burned beneath it into my flesh.

Fucking Constantine. It was a robe that his acolytes would wear. Of course he’d want to keep some sort of mark of possession on me. As if the rest wasn’t already horrific enough.

I could no longer stifle my screams, and then I was shrieking out into the space, my cries echoing hauntingly all around me.

I had to stop… I had to… I could barely hold it. And even if I did, I’d be a charred mess before I even managed to part the flames enough to get through.

“Argh!” I cried, releasing my power and staggering back.

The walls stopped closing in and gave me enough space to sink to my knees as I waited for my body to heal again.

Moments passed as I felt my healing kicking in well and taking away the pain and damage quickly, and then I heard footsteps.

I jolted.

No one came here. Not even Constantine.

It had always just been me and the fiery walls.

I rose to my feet, trying and failing to peer through the flames.

I couldn’t see a thing.

“Hello?” I called out. “Who’s there? Constantine, if that’s you, I swear to fuck you won’t like the consequences. I will melt you!”

In the next second, I got a huge shock as the opposite of that madman appeared, and there my men were stepping through the flames.

Orpheus was in the middle holding Xavier’s hand to his right, and Talon’s to his left, and he was muttering a rapid-fire incantation under his breath as his vibrant-purple eyes shone with his power. A cobalt-blue glow was emanating from Xavier too.

“Oh my God,” I breathed. “I can’t… I can’t believe it.”

Talon grinned at me. “Always love that particular threat of yours, firecracker.”

He and Xavier ran to me and wrapped me up in their arms, while Orpheus turned toward the flames and closed his fists, and I watched them abruptly extinguish.

“How the hell?” I exclaimed, looking out at him around Talon and Xavier. “I’ve been trying for ages to accomplish that.”

“We’re an outside force,” was all he said, before he swept his purple power all around us until it was swirling wildly.

I watched, enraptured at the sheer force of it, the incredible power he had at his disposal, and the masterful motions and strokes he was enacting too.

It began dissipating after a few moments and then different surroundings materialized, coming into being bit by bit, until we were standing in a replica of our little secret spot in the woods on the Electi Academy campus.

One of his impressive illusions.

“We’re still back in your subconscious,” he told me, as he pulled his magic back and walked to us, decked out in his chic purple blazer with the black studs all over it, a black tee beneath that brushed his silver leather pants.

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