Page 155 of The Forbidden Dragon King
I clench my jaw.
What would Da think about me, if he saw me now? An assassin?
Except, he’s not here because of the dragons.None of my family are.
I smile, sharply. Then I snap through each of Quintus’ fingers like they’re frozen twigs.
Crack, crack, crack.
I stare at them, bent into misshapen angles.
I remember my cunning, smart,perfectwolf Omega
…And what about your other pretty pet? It’s been too long since I had a nondragon sucking my cock…
No one will ever be sucking Quintus’ cock again.
I rip the pin out of Quintus’ hand. Blood from the end of the pin drips down onto the silk bedding like gentle crimson rain.
“Hmm, I didn’t even need to tell you to struggle.” I laugh, shoving up Quintus’ tunic to reveal his chest. “And is thathateblazing in your eyes?”
Quintus is a fucking mess.
His bald head is beaded with sweat, and his hooked nose is running as much as his eyes are streaming with tears.
I rest the sharp pin on his chest, before I start to carve out a complex pattern on his flawless flesh.
He doesn’t bear any scars, unlike me.
Well, he was fascinated by mine.
How can I kill him without making sure that he has some of his own first?
“In case you’re wondering,sweetheart,” I concentrate on the runes that I’m carving across his skin, ancient and powerful, “this is rune magic. I’m sending you as a blood sacrifice to the Shadow Devils.”
Quintus sobs, kicking his feet in panic.
I hush him. “You’re not so fucking deluded that you thought the Shadow Gods would want you to fly to them, aye? I’ve watched you. I know what you do to your servants. They talk. And here’s the thing, I belong to Aurelius’ household, but despite being his enemy, he’s never once treated me in the way that you harass, assault, and beat your servants. And aye, you were right. I’m a brat. I would deserve it. So, the Shadow Devils hateshifters like you who abuse their power. They’ll breakyou.”
I’m pretty sure that he’s begging now,please, please, please.
Finally, he understands.
I ignore him.
How many times did his servants beg him for mercy?
I finish the last rune with a flourish, marking Quintus’ soul for the Shadow Devils.
“Done.” My eyes are like chips of ice. And there it is — the look that Quintus wanted to see inmyeyes. Despair followed by sinking defeat. I shiver with dark glee. I extend my wings, covering us both in their shadow. “The hottest places in hell are reserved by the Shadow Devils for Alphas who hurt Omegas. I hope that you burn there for eternity.”
I take my hand away from Quintus’ mouth.
“Don’t…” He gasps.
I slice the pin deeply across his throat, slitting it from ear to ear.
Quintus gurgles, as his blood gushes out.
