Page 164 of The Book Reader
Side by side as it should be.
“You think you can protect this place from me forever? Your father did, and look at what happened to him. Your mother was so beautiful begging for him, the things she did to save his life,” he groans. “Fuck, I miss her delicious mouth.”
Gaelan takes a step forward. “Fuck you, Tate,” he shouts at him, making Tate chuckle.
“There are only a few realms left for me to take before it is all mine. I will eventually come for this one. You may as well just give it to me,” he nods toward me. “And the book reader, punishment for killing my daughter.”
Gaelan shakes his head. “Over my dead body.” The venom in Gaelan’s voice makes Tate simmer with anger for a second before he smirks.
“A pleasure,” he and Gaelan said, moving closer to each other.
My hand comes out to stop Gaelan. I love my mate so much, and he is powerful, but it’s going to take a lot to kill Tate; this I can feel. I look over at Tate and whisper.“Moters nema liliesk.”My powers push him hard back toward the wall until he hits it. I hold him there for a second before dropping him hard to the floor. He bows over in pain, his evil eyes find me, and he laughs darkly, then slowly nods his head.
“I need a little more power, that is fine, I shall bring her with me next time. The blood Bringer has killed you before, she can do it again” he walks over to Maggi who start to whimper, tears are still streaming down her face, her eyes darting all over the room in utter fear, I twist my hand next me trying to feel for whatever power he has on her so I can snap it, but it’s holding, not budging.
“Gaelan, we have to save her. He is going to kill her,”I say to my mate in my head.
I feel Gaelan take my hand and squeeze it.“Can you hold him off my Rose”I hear him and nod my head, we both step closer, I lift my hand and send a massive gust of wind toward Tate, knocking him backwards, Gaelan shimmers from my side and grabs Tate by the neck and slams him into the ground, I rush forward and stand in front of Maggi and try to touch her, but the powers that surround her are pushing me back, it’s like two magnets repelling each other, I can hear Gaelan punching his anger into Tate, giving him the power he needs at the moment, but it won’t be long before Tate gets the better for him, I need to be fast.
Stepping back I can feel my book in Westrey flutter open, a spell lifts from the pages, and appear in the air, this time it doesn’t move to imprint on me, the symbol hovers in the air and then bursts into rains of gold glitter to cover over Maggi makingher drop, I move to catch her, her eyes lock with mine and she smiles. “Thank you, my lady.” Her voice is weak when she speaks, and she coughs. “You honor me by wearing what I made you.” A light smile crosses her face before her head falls back and she dies in my arms. A few seconds later, she is dust in my hands.
I look up in time to see Tate wrap his hand around Gaelan’s Neck. He lifts him into the air and hisses., I stand up ready to fight him, but Gaelan shimmers a sword in his hand and stabs it through Tate’s chest. “For my mother and father,” he Roars.
Tate drops him and staggers backwards, a hard grin on his face as his eyes find me. “For now, you win,” he then smirks at me. “Tell me, my Lady, whereisThe Blood Bringer?” he raises an arrogant eyebrow, his voice full of sin as he shimmers out.
I frown, then look at Gaelan. “The Blood Bringer is at the palace?” The words leave my tongue as everything goes black, and my body falls to the floor; memories start to cloud my mind.
Chapter 60
ARIANNA
My eyes open, and I look around, no longer in the throne room; it seems like some kind of old town. I walked toward a group of people gathered in the square; they all had fear etched on their faces. Their purple eyes lowered into submission.
“Serpent-Sea is now under the control of His Lordship Tate. All who fail to step in line will be sentenced to death.” I hear someone call out. A tall man with long, dark hair, purple eyes, and a snakeskin covering half of his face growls low, stepping forward.
“Tate will never be welcome here; this is my land, and I will kill whoever tries to take it from me.” The man’s brave voice fills the air, prompting the people around him to cheer.
I step closer to get a better look at what is going on. There is a man and a blonde woman with their backs to me. I can sense the evil emanating from both, and it hurts my heart. I know everyone here is about to die.
They are looking down at two people kneeling on the floor.
This is what Tate does: he comes in and destroys lands just so he can have them. The man nods to the blond, then shimmersout, leaving her alone. She laughs, and something about that sound is so familiar that my stomach starts to fill with knots.
I watch as she steps over to the lady, who I see is kneeling on the floor, her arms bound behind her back, and she has blood running down her face.
“Bow to his way and I won’t have to hurt you,” her voice sweet and low, like a feather touch from a poisonous flower.
I walk closer to get a better look at her, but I can’t see her face. She lowers to kneel next to the woman when no one answers her and bites a chunk of flesh out of this poor lady’s neck.
The blond spits it out, then starts to drink the blood as it spills from the woman’s neck, she is covered in blood as it sprays from the wound, the man next to her roars out in horror then moves to attack the blonde, her hand comes out, her finger wrap around his neck, and she squeezes so tight that she snaps his neck and drops him to the floor.
She chucks the woman to the side and then leaps on the man, ripping his neck open with her teeth before she drinks from him deep. I move fast to stand in front of them. I want to reach out and pull her from the man, to try and save him, but I can’t. I’m not here; this vision is trying to show me something, so I must watch helplessly.
A young man comes charging over with a dagger in his hand. He stabs it into the woman’s back, his purple eyes filled with so much rage and hurt, but whoever this woman is, she makes no moves; it's almost like she can’t feel it.
Her hand comes flying out, and she sends the man flying backwards, hitting into the crowd. I look up, checking he is okay. He growls low, stands slowly, and moves to try again, but is stopped by another man. “Warren, you must go. Your father would want you to be safe. This is your land and will always be.”
Warren looks down at him, and he shakes his head, “I’m not leaving them. Look at what she is doing, The Blood Bringer will only come back if I don’t kill her.” He pleads.
