Page 65 of Cosmic Power

He had completely forgotten about the little pixie after Zamorra’s kidnapping.

“What are you doing here?” he frowned.

“Must…come…quick…,”she panted in her ancient language, her voice as quiet and small as she was. Luther was fluent in every language on Earth. When you’ve been living for over 2,000 years, you have a lot of time to learn things.

“Come where?”

“Zamorra. She—”

“You know where she is?” he cut in, his body springing to life.

She nodded, still trying to catch her breath.“Followed…after…her. She…needs…help.”

Luther had heard enough. “Take me to her.”

ChapterEighteen

“Do you think it’ll hurt?” Zamorra asked the demon next to her cell, her voice ringing in the air.

Lilith scoffed. “That crazy motherfucker basically said he’s going to drain us entirely of our blood. What do you think?”

“Alright, no need for the sarcasm there, mate. I was just asking.”

“Don’t ask such stupid questions then.”

Zamorra rolled her eyes and stretched out her legs in front of her, her back plastered to the stone wall.

After their dinner, Barnabas called Iris to the room and with a simple wave of her hand, she had knocked everyone out. When Zamorra woke, she was back in her cell. It had pissed her off. She understood why the asshole that was her “biological father” did it. The second they left the room, their power would be returned. He couldn’t risk anyone trying to fight their way out. So his solution was to knock everyone out. It was smart, but incredibly annoying, because that was exactly what she planned to do.

Zamorra was still trying to process all she had learnt. And she had to do it without her trusty werewolf sidekick; because along with knocking her out, Iris replaced the spell that blocked her connection to her werewolf.

Even though Zamorra couldn’t communicate with her, she could feel the anger boiling within the entity. She hated being blocked like that, and the longer she was stuck like that, the worse her anger got. Zamorra planned to use it to her advantage. A pissed off werewolf was a creature to be extremely afraid of. Especially hers. She had a temper on the best of days, but after being repeatedly locked away like a child in a timeout? Oh yeah, she was going to rip the fucking world apart when she got back out. And Zamorra was going to let her.

The information Barnabas had laid out was still hard to believe. All those stories her mother used to tell her about the Originals— the Ancestrals—were all true? She still wasn’t sure. She was a realist. For her to believe in something, she had to see it with her own eyes. Sure, she saw those so-called “Original Artefacts”. And yes, she had witnessed firsthand their destructive power. But did that mean they could do what Barnabas claimed? Open a portal to another world?

She wasn’t entirely convinced.

Not to mention the fact that apparently she was a descendant of the Original Shifter? No, that was just crazy. There was nothing special or powerful about her. Sure, her silver hair was pretty badass, and the silver eyes were cool too, but that didn’t mean she was a descendant of some all-powerful being.

“Do you think he was telling the truth? About the Artefacts? The portal? About…us?” Zamorra crawled to the bars at the front of her cell and crossed her legs, waiting for the demon to reply.

“I don’t know,” Lilith said softly, a tinge of worry snaking into her voice.

She wasn’t fooling anyone. Zamorra could tell she believed it. Whether that was because Barnabas presented a hell of a case or because…

“Was it true what he said? Can you really rip souls from peoples’ bodies?”

“Do you always ask this many questions?” Lilith said instead, refusing to answer.

“Sometimes,” Zamorra shrugged. “Depends how bored I am.”

Snorting, Lilith replied, “We’ve all seen and heard what happens when you’re bored. It’s like having someone ram a poker into my brain. Annoying, endless chatter.”

“It’s better than never-ending silence.”

“Is it? Is it really?”

“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” Zamorra huffed.

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