Page 117 of The Dark Rising
And I won’t stop until I’m satisfied that the prey I have beneath me stops breathing.
Forty Three
Darius
Now
Rhea stands there, the side of her body in view. Blood coats her in places, and I’m close enough to smell some of her blood is tinging the air. I step forward, not even looking down at the body before her yet as I need to see where she is injured, need to see where she is hurt.
I see a few cuts and scrapes, and my blood boils inside of me, a rage so quick and strong. My Heir markings come alight, and I know my eyes have changed. I growl, it’s low and deep, hating the thought of her hurt.
Rhea’s head snaps my way, a snarl on her face. She’s shaking, her own Heir markings appearing because of mine, and that calms me somewhat. The connection thrums between us, an invisible rope twining with each other and I take a step forward.
She bares her teeth, her hands clenching into fists at her side as she turns toward us. Blue strands appear around her knuckles, whipping around wildly and I pause, tilting my head at them. My own power reacts, ready just below the surface.
Leo and Damian release curses.
She has blood covering her mouth and neck, the red painting her skin. It flows down her t-shirt, splotches and splatters of it, and I wonder how much of it is hers.
The thought makes me growl again.
I take another step forward, then another, all the while my little wolf is shaking with rage. When I step through the open doorway, I turn my head to the body on the floor, her eyes dull and open. My brows furrow.
I go to take one more step into the room when Rhea growls her warning.
My head snaps her way, my dominance coming out so the aura fills the hallway and the room. Her’s meets mine, but rather than a clash, it melds together, creating something that is ours.
I look over her, at her markings pulsing, at the way her eyes fill with black specks that I haven’t seen since Wolvorn Castle that first time.
The body on the floor twitches, and I pull my eyes away to look at it again.
“Fuck,” Damian says, going to move past me.
Rhea lets out a deep snarl, and my hand reaches out, gripping Damian by the arm as she watches his every move, turning to stand in front of her prey, ready to not let him near.
“Go,” I tell him. “And you too, Leo, I’ll handle this.”
“She fucking killed her,” Leo hisses. “When this reaches the Highers...”
“I said go. Do not make me hurt you to get you away from her.” They hesitate, but they do as I’ve ordered and leave me alone with the female who has fury in her eyes.
When I hear their footsteps retreating, knowing they are away from here, I move into the room and close the door, never turning my back on her.
She watches me, her eyes the only thing tracking me as I move to the center of the room.
“Did you kill a witch, little wolf?” I ask, once again trailing my eyes over her blood soaked body. She looks like a warrior, a warrior that took out a Highers’ witch and survived.
My cock fills at the sight, even though anger settles beneath my skin. How the fuck did she get out of our room?
I take another step toward her, and she snarls at me this time, her eyes wild, her chest heaving. I’m not the only one angry it seems.
I tilt my head at her, licking my lips. “You want to fight?” I ask her, and her hands ball into fists. “What has got my little wolf so worked up, hmm?”
She says nothing.
Fine.
I take another step forward, ignoring her warning growls and snarls. She doesn’t scare me, doesn’t realize that all she is doing is turning me on.
