Page 215 of Gift from the Source
I’m a fully bonded Nexus member to the strongest Primary to ever walk across this realm.
“Believe this day will go however you want. If it makes you feel better in your last few moments of life to think that you and the Master you get on your knees for will succeed, fine by me. I’ll smile smugly over your dead body.”
My shadows caress the first Star gem and Silvia breathes a shaky no as she steps back.
There’s a slight tug in my chest, then a primal sensation sweeps through me.
I smile darkly.
Calling my shadows back slowly, I relish the premature victory that crosses her face.
“Looks like little Caspian isn’t as strong as he thought he was. What’s the matter, honey? Star gems blocking your way?” She laughs.
“Not at all. I just want you to be formally introduced to my little Primary.”
“Excuse—” Her words cut off as a growl vibrates the space around us. Her head turns frantically, searching for the sound.
A petrified shriek leaves her lips as the wind blowing in behind me knocks her to her ass. She scrambles up, trying to run.
She won’t get far.
Exiting the rays of light that hid her beauty from us, my Primary in her magnificent silver dragon form breathes a ring of blazing purple fire around Silvia.
Her beast lands hard enough to shake mountains.
Smoke blows through her nostrils as she walks through her fire, and they lick her scales lovingly. She lowers her neck until she’s snout to nose with Silvia.
The harmonizing of her roar with Silvia’s screams is the most beautiful piece of music I’ve ever heard.
That’s the only warning she gets.
My Primary’s massive jaws lock around Silvia and she tosses her in the air. Those deadly claws leave the earth as she jumps up and catches the screaming bitch on her way back down.
Blood dribbles through her teeth and the gut-wrenching shrieks send delicious shivers cascading down my spine.
As Willow slings her head back and forth, I smile wildly.
I thought watching my brother tear apart and toy with that abusive farmer was poetic.
This…this right here is a fucking work of art.
Silvia’s mangled body goes flying high one more time and her final scream is silenced as Willow’s jaws close around her. I hold my breath and force my heart to slow so I can hear the crack and crunching of her body.
The roar that leaves her throat when she’s finished has me humming in satisfaction.
My glorious Primary whips her head toward the sound.
Each step closer to me is calculated, precise.
A predator seeking her monster.
The small little rumble leaving her chest has me smirking darkly.
Dangerous little thing.
Her head lowers to the ground, and she opens her mouth.
A messy ball rolls through her bloodstained white teeth and continues to turn over until it hits the toe of my boots.
