Page 20 of Cosmic Power

Luther’s only saving grace was the fact he didn’t make her his Eternal Life Mate. If he had, she would’ve been stuck in his life forever.

Zvetari had a soft spot for that wretched bitch since the moment they met. He favoured her and he didn’t even try to hide it.

Luther never did quite find out why she was the favourite.

“Do you have proof?” Zvetari asked sceptically.

“I have video footage of the attack on my home.”

Zvetari tsked. “You know I do not believe in modern technology. It cannot be trusted. Who is your witness?”

“I don’t have a witness. My Elites were compelled by Leilani to forget. Speak to them. You’ll see the gaps in their minds, proving their memories have been altered.”

“That does not prove it was Leilani who did it. Any vampire could have stolen the ring and used it against your warriors.”

Frustration exploded inside him. Luther clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. Sometimes his maker could be so pig-headed. He refused to conform to the twenty-first century, refused to believe Leilani would go against him.

This only served to strengthen Luther’s resolve. He would prove Leilani’s deceit and when he did, Zvetari would wish he had listened to him from the start.

Luther buttoned his jacket and cracked his neck. “I don’t have time for this. I’ve got somewhere I need to be.”

There was no point in continuing this conversation. His maker would never see Leilani as anything but his precious little sire.

He took a step towards the exit and Zvetari blurred in front of him, his upper lip curled back and fangs ready to pierce his flesh.

“Did I dismiss you?” he whispered darkly, anger sparkling in his crimson eyes.

Luther straightened his spine and stood tall. Zvetari’s influence over him dissipated the moment he left his House and started his own.

His maker was never able to control him, more so persuaded him into doing what he wanted. That influence was extremely hard to counter, however it was doable. Now that Zvetari no longer had that power over him, he was free to do as he pleased.

“As I said, I’ve got somewhere I need to be. Step aside or I’ll do it for you.”

Surprise flashed on Zvetari’s face. “Luuuuther,” he dragged out, clicking his tongue. “Since when did you grow the balls to challenge me? I thought it’d never happen.”

“A lot can change in five-hundred years, Zvetari.”

His maker studied him intently. “It certainly can.”

In the past, Luther never would have dared to stand up to his maker in such a way, but he didn’t have time to screw around. Every second Zamorra was in Barnabas’ hands she was in danger. He had to find her—and quickly.

“Goddamn it, Margaret, stop slapping my ass!” Void ran into the room, Margaret hot on his heels with her hands squeezing the air.

“Come on, Hot Buns. Just one more squeeze. I need some more material for my spank bank.”

Horror flashed on Void’s face. He sputtered, retreating quickly. “I-wha—” he bumped into Zvetari and spun. His eyes narrowed. “Who the fuck are you?”

Luther let out a harsh breath. His maker would not take kindly to that.

Zvetari looked down at where Void touched him, arching an eyebrow. He brushed his fingers over his shirt lightly, as if Void’s touch tainted him. His eyes flickered up and he stared long and hard at Void, the air thickening with his ancient power.

Zvetari moved faster than a speeding bullet. He gripped Void by the throat and slammed him onto the ground, cracking the floor beneath them.

Void groaned, blood spilling out into a puddle on the floor.

“Who am I?” Zvetari’s voice dripped with disdain, his hand squeezing until the shifter’s face turned red. “I’m your end.”

Before Luther even realised what he was doing, he barged into Zvetari, knocking him off Void.

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