Page 111 of Blood and Ruin: The Complete Series

“I think it’s time for a little re-match. Except this time, I won’t be holding back.”

I grit through the pain, cursing Kaladar.

“Good for you,” I bait him, having no care to my mortality, it’s not like he could kill me.

A laugh escapes my lips at the thought as treacherous tears run down my face, making me look insane.

Just as I stand up on shaky legs, an invisible force punches me in the stomach, making me crumble to the ground once more.

I don’t get time to even consider getting up before the dick reaches a hand out. Seeing his eyes light up, I know this one is going to be a bitch.

The bolt of energy hits me with the force of a moving truck, throwing me ten feet in the air before I land hard on the gravel. My body ripples with the force of impact.

I can’t move.

My body is immobile, but every inch of it is in pain. The energy bolt still sends shock waves to every nerve, lighting it on fire.

My breathing is laboured and raspy as it struggles in vain to take in the air around me.

After a minute, I’m able to open my mouth. I cough and spew up dark blood. It coats my lips and chin as I wait for the rest of me to heal.

Fuck! That hurt.

That really fucking hurt!

“Prick,” I pant out as my ability works overtime to try to dampen the major damage. Bolts of sharp splinters work their way up and down my broken spine and legs.

Kaladar chuckles in delight as another razor-sharp burn slits across my stomach. I don’t have time to stem the bleeding long enough to heal before I’m thrown into the nearest crate. I hear a crack just as my head slams against the thick metal.

My adrenaline fades as my ability tries to focus on the worst of my injuries. Bile rises up my throat as everything around me darkens and spins.

If he keeps this up, I’ll pass out before I get the chance to heal.

“Kal?” Morana gives him a bored look. “Do you really have to do this now?”

“She deserves to be taken down a few notches. The bitch should know her place.” He sneers at me.

Before I get a chance to reply, Kaladar’s power wraps around me, squeezing me tighter and tighter until I hear a crunch and the blaze of pain that follows.

I feel a wetness on my face and neck and know that can’t be good. I won’t have long before I pass out and not being awake scares me more than the pain right now.

I just need to hold on a little longer. My ability will not let me down, not after all these years with King.

“Can we move this along? I have somewhere to be?” Morana says, looking put out by all this. After all, she knows how creative King likes to get in his sessions. The bitch probably gave him ideas.

“Get. Up,” Kaladar demands, but the sick fuck can go to hell if he thinks I’ll ever listen to him.

“I said, GET UP!” he roars just as I feel myself being yanked up by an invisible force. I stay suspended as my ability finishes healing the rest of my newest injuries.

He must have injured some of my internal organs as I feel the familiar blaze and bite inside my lower back.

Slower than I’d like, my bones shift, fusing back together. My wounds close, disappearing as if never there. The only evidence is the dark blood still on my skin.

“Look at that! Brand fucking new.”

Morana rolls her eyes at him. “Yes, yes. It’s all very fascinating. Wrap it up already!”

Morana’s agitated look makes me wonder how I never saw any glint of this side of her. How was she able to fake it for so long? Was I really that naïve and stupid?

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