Page 112 of Gift from the Wing

“I’ll be in my lab and will be back to retrieve her when it is time. You are not to touch her whatsoever. Watch only,” he commands harshly but doesn’t bother to spare Gima a glance.

“Don’t speak to me that way,” Gima says, seething.

Doctor who the fuck ever stops in the doorway, slowly turning around to face her. “Listen here and listen well, you insolent girl. You are granted what you have because of your father’s ability to brownnose his way to the top. You do not get to tell me what to do. Mind your mouth or you’ll be on the table next.” With that glaring threat, he leaves without another word.

Gima stands in her spot, shaking with anger before spinning around to Oakly, and begins pacing.

“How dare he speak to me that way? Wait till my father hears about this. I’ll fucking show…” She stops her pacing, and a sinister smile crosses her lips. “He may believe that, but I have plans for you.”

The cunt does a complete one-eighty personality switch and resumes her taunting for a few more minutes until Oakly’s eyes flutter shut, and with a suck of herteeth, Gima literally fucking pouts like her favorite toy’s been taken from her. She proceeds to pace around the room, huffing and sighing, I guess watching her as she was told to do, until a Mastery member bursts through the room.

“We’re on lockdown. E.F.s have arrived and the heirs are amongst them. Stay in here.”

Before he gets a chance to leave the room, Gima latches onto his hand. “Actually, we’re bringing her to the center. Allow them through that entryway, please. Deinde-Master Darstein has had a change of plans.” Her gift purrs through her lips and the unsuspecting fool falls right into it. She laces her fingers through his after he slings Oakly over his shoulder and proceeds to pump her gift into him as they travel the halls.

The entire time, she persuades him to give orders and plans to the other Mastery members, and I guess with his standing, they do nothing but obey. She orchestrates this whole thing, solely on her own, and with no permission from anyone in the Mastery who actually has a standing.

Smart, psycho bitch.

I speed through our entire encounter, but it takes me by surprise that killing Oakly was a last-minute decision. It isn’t until she actually says out loud that Ry is replaceable that she considers that option and decides she doesn’t give a fuck about him or Silvia getting the rest of them as her Nexus. She completely intended to hurt me for stealing what was never hers.

Snatching myself out of her mind, I practically jump off her as though she’s burned me. My fists clench painfully at my sides as she moans and groans, pushing herself to her feet on wobbly legs, and slowly wipes the blood that’s drippling out of her nose.

When she looks at me with a crooked smile, then dares to look over at Oakly, I snap.

My arm shoots out and I grip her hair tightly in my hand, pulling her so close to me our chests collide, but given that she’s a few inches taller than me, I bring her down to her knees.

“Wait till I tell my father about this.” She hisses and attempts to pry my hand from herhead.

“After all of this, you’re still so fucking delusional.” I growl and drag her to the edge of the platform.

Finally, a sense of self-preservation kicks in and she begins begging and screaming as she thrashes around.

“No, no, you can’t do this. I’ll give myself over. I’ll tell you everything,” she bellows as she sits on the ground to try to force me to stop pulling her along.

Her resistance is nothing compared to my dragon’s strength plus the unyielding anger pumping through me currently. It takes me nothing to get her just a foot shy of the drop and I crouch down in front of her.

“There’s nothing you could tell me, Gima, that I don’t already know. But I will tell you something, so listen close,” I say low, deadly. “Elementra presents choices to all of us because it’s our right to choose the path we take. Every choice has a consequence. You chose poorly. You chose to fuck with the strongest family in Elementra rather than help us destroy the plague infecting our realm. So now, I have to make my choice to rid the realm of the infection that is you.”

I didn’t think her eyes could narrow even more, but she proves me wrong. With a glare that could kill, she spits out, “My father will never stand for you harming me. This will mean war.”

“We’re already in a war and your father chose the wrong side. Any last words?” I ask coldly.

Panic, true panic, finally sets in across her face and as the tears well in her eyes, she casts them over to the side.

To my fucking men.

“Cor—”

“Never mind, I don’t give a fuck.”

With that, by the tangle of hair I have wrapped around my hand, I sling her headfirst over the side. I watch from the edge, holding her gaze for as long as she can hold mine, and her screams echo up to me. I don’t budge until I see her body catch fire within the magma.

Hands suddenly grip me everywhere and pull me back until I’m cushioned in the middle of my Nexus. There isn’t an ounce of disappointment,disgust, or anything other than pride pouring off them. Except the undercurrent of fear and worry that is still raging through all of us.

Their sweet words and praises will have to wait.

“The man who came to see you when you and Tillman were kidnapped is here. He’s somewhere in the volcano and he’s the one who gave Oakly whatever is coursing through her right now,” I tell Caspian and immediately his eyes darken.

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