Page 74 of Stormbinder King
Dark clouds had begun to mass and form unsettling shapes in the sky as the wind picked up and roared through the village.
“Stop fighting!” our guard ordered, rattling the bars.
The vampire outside our cage was very tall, and the muscles on the creature’s pale arms stood out. Its face was livid, inhuman, with sharp predatory fangs.
The vampire threw himself against the strong bars without ceasing or caring that they dented his pale skin.
“Fuck up some more,” he snapped at us. “I’d love any excuse to suck you dry.”
But the anger was still sizzling through my body like a live wire.
I wasn’t hiding any longer.
I hissed right back at him.
“Let me out.”
“You’reluckyto be in that cage, little girl,” he said. “If you were out here I’d tear you limb from limb.”
“Would you? Or are you just the cheapest half-ass guard dog sent to scare us? I know damn well they’ve taken us to breed us. You’re under orders not to hurt us.”
“Be quiet,” he snapped.
But I was done being quiet.
I pulled at the earth, roots and vines snapping like cannon as they burst from the ground.
I still wasn’t sure exactly how to control this, but the rage was driving me so hard I didn’t have to.
It was like the vines could sense my will to escape, and they wrapped around the steel bars and began to yank.
“Shit.Shit!Somebody get over here!” the vamp yelled.
The silver bars were almost covered with the dense, leafy vines, smelling like old forest and leaf mold, rustling as they rushed to cover the metal.
The door to the cage splintered open with an ear-splitting scraping sound, and for a moment the vampire hesitated, maybe wondering what the fuck was wrong with me.
Then he sprung, but by then I had pulled at the ground, and the vines surrounded his legs, dragging him to his knees.
Still he hissed, baring his fangs at me.
My fingers clenched into fists and the vines tightened.
As he clutched at his throat, I heard a raw howl, equal parts mournful and enraged.
Symeon
How did I know it was him?
There was nothing to this whole fated mate thing.
It was all bullshit.
But I knew which war cry was his.
The place where he had bitten my throat throbbed.
But even the power of his stupid fucking bite hadn’t broken the connection between Jack and I.
