Page 147 of Fated In Blood

Even worse, Iknewthis was a mistake, and still, I had no choice.

“When I say it’s time, I need you to drink from me, Blake.” The order was little more than a puff of air. “Take as much as you can, as quickly as possible. We’ve only got one shot at this.”

“I’ll bet you’re wondering what the spikes are for.” Malachi said loudly, brandished one of the long, metal stakes in front of Valaine, which looked more like something you’d use ina vegetable garden than a blood magic ritual. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

Tyrell tipped his head curiously, rapt gaze fixed on the absurd arrangement laid out on the table.

Before I could comprehend what was happening, Malachi speared the length of the spike straight through Valaine’s throat, just below his jaw, the tip punching out through the back of his skull in a shower of blood and brain matter.

For a second I mirrored Tyrell, mouth hanging open.

Then I sank my fangs into my vein and jammed my bleeding wrist into Blake’s mouth. “Drink. As fast as you can. Don’t stop until I tell you.”

He feebly latched on, then with a feral growl, wrapped his huge hands around my arm and began to feast.

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Holy fucking hell.

This was like drinking straight from the wellspring of the galaxy, raw, uncontrollable power rushing over my tongue and down my throat in a rage of potent, endless energy. I couldn’t get enough, swallowing faster, greedy formore, more, more.

I was only vaguely aware of someone screaming. I scented Evie all around me, and my entire body rocked with vicious, consuming pain. Agony radiated from everywhere, like a wave of burning lava consuming me whole, fire gnawing at my skin, my insides, my bones.

My magic tore out of me, painting me in bloodthirsty darkness, urging me to crush everything my path. Vicious shadows crawled up Evie’s arm before I ripped them off her.

No, Not her. She’s mine.

Thick warmth spilled down my throat, turning to acid when it hit my system. Her blood was killing me and even so, I couldn’t have stopped drinking if I’d wanted to.

Then my mouth was torn away from the source of this delectable sustenance and the room spun and spun like a top.

I was flying. Blissfully high from my mate’s delicious blood.

No, wait.

Fuck.

Someone had thrown me.

I landed in the fireplace, crushing logs beneath me, hot, glowing embers eating through my bloodstained clothes, but…fucking hell, even fire couldn’t hurt me, flames greedily licking up my skin and leaving no mark.

I was fucking invincible.

Laughing, I rolled out of the fireplace in a shower of sparks and shadow, freezing at the unfolding scene.

Malachi yanking a sword of some kind out of Valaine’s throat. Riordan, face contorted in rage, rising to his feet like some kind of apparition. Red shadows clawing through the room in slow motion as Tyrell cast a fresh net of compulsion to ensnare us in his web of power.

Evangeline, her bloody, ravaged wrist pressed to her mouth, staring at me like she’d seen a ghost.

Power raced through me like a wild, screaming wind, a storm filled with bursts of energy. My dark, hungry shadows snapped and rent the air. Never had I felt so strong. I waseternal.

I waseverything.

I climbed to my feet and my broken leg—the one Valaine snapped in three places—held, completely healed. My ribs were intact, my spine no longer shattered.

I was as healthy as ever, only…so much better.

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