Page 116 of Hell Fae King
“Ty,” I heard Melek say again, a hint of urgency in his tone.
“I see it,” Typhos replied, sounding disappointed. It was a tone I didn’t like. One I wanted to change by doing something unexpected. By… bysurprisinghim.
But I can’t keep all this energy inside me… It was making me lightheaded, to the point where I felt like I might fall despite the roots of power I’d created around my limbs.Think, Cami, think…
However, I already had an idea. An act that would be a statement, one I could then explain as I asked Typhos for help…
What’s the worst thing he can do?I thought with a mental snort.Chastise me?
Or maybe he’ll punish me,another part of me considered with an anticipatory quiver.
Okay, enough of that,I told myself, focusing instead on my plan.
It was about time I called for Vita. That damn book always plopped down at inopportune times for me, getting me into trouble and taking me on unexpected journeys.
Well, now it could do something for me.
“Cami,” Az said out loud. “Don’t?—”
But it was too late for me to listen to him or anyone else. This was me taking charge and doing what I needed to do with all this excess power.
And I would prove to Typhos that I could not only handle an outlet, but control it, too.
I hoped, anyway.
Pushing the doubts aside, I focused on Vita.Come here, you troublesome book,I demanded.
“Camillia,” Typhos growled.
I ignored him, all my desires centered around his infamous text.
Which appeared right before me on the ground, the pages already spread to reveal an image of a bedroom.
Probably not something I want to know,I thought at Vita.
A fact that became a reality as a strand of inky black hair appeared like a beckoning ribbon. It was too dark to belong to Typhos, and it certainly wasn’t from Melek.
Ignoring that disturbing picture—a former conquest, no doubt—I knelt and pressed my palm to the pages. Then unleashed everything Typhos had given me.
His roar of fury echoed in my ears.
But I didn’t stop.
It was his power anyway. He might as well take it back.Maybe this will create a memory for him,I thought darkly.A memory where I take charge of my own training and prove that all this power handling is futile.
Az and Melek both spoke at once, their words melting into the background as I closed my eyes.
Because this required focus.
I didn’t want to give Typhos any part of me, just the power he’d provided today. Which meant I had to decipher his energy from mine, an action I found oddly simple. Because I could see his strands of power, the ribbons warm and full of intensity, just like the man himself.
I unbraided his essence from mine, carefully giving it all to Vita, then sighed as my soul balanced once more.
As soon as the last tendril left my fingertips, I pulled back, triumphant. “There,” I broadcast, smiling. “I didn’t give too much, just enough.”
But when I looked up at Typhos, I didn’t find pride in his expression. Instead, I found a hint of wariness. “That’s not how Vita is supposed to work, Camillia.”
“It’s not?” I asked, my brow furrowing. “But Melek said you store your memories in the book, and memories are power, right?”
