Page 133 of Hell Fae King
I blinked, the puzzle pieces finally starting to fall into place as I realized what Cami had been trying to say—Vivaxia had enchanted both of those items. Then left them in plain sight, all while what? Waiting for her endgame?
An endgame that Cami had triggered…I slowly comprehended.When she shoved the energy into Vita…
Oh, fuck.
It made so much sense.Too much sense.
Vivaxia adored these kinds of plays, her immortal mind not caring much for the passage of time. She would wait an eternity if it meant she would win.
She’d desired Typhos’s light from the very beginning. His siphoning ability was so incredibly unique, to the point of being one of the most powerful talents in existence.
Because his power was a step beyond creation.
He literally transformed negative energy into something positive, somethingvital.
His Source.
It was contrived from raw energy, one that had created a whole new world. Which was something Vivaxia could never do.
Or I didn’t think she could, anyway.
I assumed this was what fascinated her about Typhos, why she craved his power.
A power that was probably even more expansive than any of us realized because he’d locked most of it away after accidentally killing his parents.
Typhos focused his ability now by applying it to deals, where he siphoned power for the greater good and redirected it to those who needed it most.
That was how he’d created the Hell Fae Source.
A Source of power that had slowly become something too vast for him to manage. Melek and I had felt that imbalance but trusted Typhos to manage it.
And thus far, he had.
Alas, Vivaxia…She’d been waiting for this moment to take everything from him. Waiting for his light to burn so fucking bright that it would explode and she’d be there to pick up the pieces.
She’d just needed an instigator.
And that instigator was Camillia De la Croix.
A siphon created to steal his power. A being who nearly functioned as his equal. A fae whom Vivaxia had planted her own seeds inside, allowing her to become the ultimate puppet master.
But she couldn’t have foreseen my reactions to Cami, let alone the reactions of Melek, Ajax, and Typhos.
Which meant her plan wasn’t foolproof.
Hence Cami’s reactions now. She wasn’t allowing Vivaxia to control her emotions or her responses. Instead, she was focused on problem-solving.
However, that dreamy look in her eyes…I swallowed at the thought, concerned by what that could mean.Is that her fighting Vivaxia’s control?
Typhos had said the outlet inside her was what Vivaxia had planted in her. But what if it was more? What if it was a switch of some kind that none of us could sense? Not even Camillia herself?
“On my count,” Cami said, oblivious to my runaway thoughts. “Three, two…”
I called upon my Phoenix, the power pooling in my fingertips.
Just to lose my balance as the floor shifted.
And the sound of claws on marble followed.
