Page 178 of Hell Fae King
I shook my head, furious with him for doing this. Furious with myself for not knowing how to stop him. Furious with Vivaxia for being the cause ofeverything.
The bitch was standing by the destroyed altar, looking wind struck with her tattered wings bent backward at odd angles and her hair whipping around in some sort of invisible breeze.
She was ascending, just like she wanted. I could see it.Feel it. And while I knew that was the point, I… I couldn’t…
There has to be another way.
But I don’t know how… or what… or…
An explosion derailed my broken thoughts, causing me to jolt as power flowed through me and into Typhos.
What was that?I wondered, looking around.
The Strigoi, Az replied, sounding awed.They’re adding their energy to ours.
My eyes flew open, my mind whirring. “But they can’t,” I said aloud, taking in the sight of the weakened Strigoi around us. “You have to stop,” I told them. “This… this will hurt you. It might kill you!”
They’d been abused and battered for too long. I could feel the frailty of their kingdom, see the withered energy reserves of inner souls.
It’s their choice, little angel,Melek said into my mind, his internal voice strained.They’re supporting their king and queen.
Not like this,I thought, ready to force them to stop.
But another geyser of strength soon followed, the owner of it outside.
Ghouls, my soul whispered. Or maybe it was the Source. Because I could see their energy strands now, my heart recognizing their origin.
Just like I saw the Strigoi now, too.
It all came to me in an array of light and color, the magic beautiful and unique as it wrapped around us and flowed into its fallen king.
I was momentarily struck by the sight, unable to respond, and only more taken aback when additional currents of energy flowed up from outside as portals began to open.
My connection with Typhos and the Hell Fae Realm helped me identify them, my mind sensing their auras and recognizing them instantly.
Because I was married to this world now. Mated to the Hell Fae King. Bonded to his Source through one of my own.
It was utterly unexpected. But all I could do was embrace it anduseit.
My mind connected to everyone here, their essences flowing into me like I held some sort of beacon. And maybe I did. Maybe it was the stone. Maybe it was just me. But I let their power build mine into a maelstrom of energy that I released back into the realm, into the Source I’d been creating.
It just kept building and building, creating a new light. A new purpose.A new star.
But that star desiredmore.
My soul required all of my mates.
Typhos, too.
Because a queen needs her king…
With a snarl of fury, I sank my fingers into his plumes again with one hand and pressed my opposite over his chest with the death stone near his heart.
I closed my eyes and commanded my mate to return to me.
To be here.
To wake the hell up.
