Page 33 of Virgo Queen
Yet his dominant emotion is a vicious sense of satisfaction that his mate’s hated enemy—Mallory’s enemy—is falling to his own death right alongside.
A raw curse punches from my diaphragm and rips outta my lungs.
I fling the extinguisher aside and hurl myself headfirst through the open window into the moonlit night. I land in a tight roll to let a snowdrift absorb the impact of my big body hitting the ground. Ice crystals burn and abrade my naked torso, but that doesn’t matter. I’m already flowing to my feet—
Just in time to see Mallory throwherselfoff the cliff and vanish.
My chest splits wide in a primitive roar of anguish.
Both my mates—a label I don’t stop to question—bothmy mates are falling.
Howling like a banshee, I pound the final meters through the snow to the cliff. Even though I know in my bones it’s already too late.
Far below, three distant figures pinwheel through the air. One is irrelevant—at a guess, one of our arsonists, so good riddance.
Then my Jae.
Then Mallory.
Except…
Mallory isn’t falling.
She’s fuckingflying.
With the prettiest pair of silver wings you ever saw sprouting from her slim back, an incongruous pair of bright blue moon boots capping her long legs, and the rag of my torn shirt fluttering bravely around her elegant frame, she’s plummeting after Jae like an avenging angel. She’s arrowing through the night in a dive that makes the wind scream around her.
I fall to my knees, clench snow in my anguished fists, and watch with my heart jammed all the way up against my tonsils.
They’re way outta range of my telekinesis. Still, my psychic senses labor and strain.
Oh gods of my fathers, they’resoclose to those jagged rocks.
Please, Odin, I know I ain’t a praying man. Know I don’t deserve shit.
But if I ever needed your help…
With a scream of elation that spirals over the churn and snarl of fighting dragons somewhere over my head, Mallory snatches Jean-Emilien out of free fall into her arms and twistsin a graceful spiral. Together they soar upward, just short of the silver sea. Powerful wings thrash the air as they climb.
That other guy—the one Jae loathes with a red hatred—he’s still screaming when he hits the rocks.
I barely even notice.
What’s another death to a butcher like me?
Every cell in my body is straining toward my mates. Those two, precious, fragile souls. The cherished bodies of my loves.
Jae’s sinewy frame wraps tight around Mallory, clinging in a way that doesn’t hinder the steady beat of her wings. His dark braids and her fiery curls unravel through the air in a banner of ink and copper.
Her mighty wings beat in time with my heart.
Shit’s going down behind me that I’m barely tracking. The bone-rattlingring-a-lingof the fire alarm falls mercifully silent. Those two dragons are down. Now there’s a whole Shakespearean drama with the Gemini queen and her harem—everyone alive and breathing, but arguing like blazes—playing out on the open ground in front of ourdomus.The entire school seems to be gathered there, mesmerized by the shitshow.
The cutting voice of Vasili Romanov—Zara’s dominant alpha, who was MIA till now—slices through the night like a javelin.
I normally keep a wary eye on that snake whenever he’s around. He’s a nasty piece of work, that Romanov warlock, always has been. (And they callmepsycho?) Suffice it to say, even I give that one a wide berth.
Right now, I don’t even look at him.
