Page 91 of Cosmic Power

A tense silence hung in the air between them until her uncle’s stomach grumbled loudly.

“You gonna eat that?” he asked, glancing down at the meat sitting next to her.

It was a carcass of some sort of bird Luther captured for her. Even though the spell concealing their true identity was in place, they were all still able to use their supernatural powers. Nothing could compare to the super-speed of an ancient vampire—not even a creature with flight.

It tasted like chicken—only better—and her taste buds absolutely fucking loved it. She was touched Luther had gone to the trouble to provide for her in such a way. He’d killed it, skinned it and cooked it before dropping to his knees in front of her and handing it to her on a leaf the size of a plate. It made her feel looked after. Treasured.

Shit, she was an independent woman. Had no trouble looking after herself. But having someone like Luther provide for her like that?

Holy lady boner.

Void’s fingers walked slowly towards the meat, like he was trying to do it without her noticing, but she did.

Slapping them away, she said, “Don’t touch.”

He scowled, rubbing his hand. “You’re not gonna share?”

“Would you?” Shifters didn’t share food. At all. And he knew that. It was a territorial thing.

“Fair point,” he mumbled. “I just thought, you know, since I came all this way to save you, you might want to show your appreciation. That’s all.”

Zamorra rolled her eyes. He was trying to guilt trip her, and he was laying it on pretty thick, if you asked her. What annoyed her the most was he had a freaking point. She couldn’t say no now, could she?

Holding in the growl that bubbled up in her throat, she picked up the leaf plate and held it out to him.

A big, beaming smile graced his face. “Aw, for me? Well, if you insist.” He took a giant handful of meat and she cringed, her heart breaking.

“Void,” Luther barked angrily, making her jolt in surprise. “That’s not for you.”

Her uncle shoved the food into his mouth so quickly it was a wonder he didn’t choke as Luther marched towards them. “Tew late. Mo backsies,” he mumbled around a full mouth. He got to his feet, backing up from the angry vampire towering over them. Swallowing, he flashed them a boyish smile. “Gotta run, Zo. Need to dump one out,” he said, retreating fast.

“I didn’t need to know that!” she yelled after him, shaking her head in exasperation as his laugh echoed down to her.

ChapterTwenty-Six

Luther took a seat at her side and her heart thumped hard in her chest at his proximity. He sat so close his leg brushed against hers and she shivered, wanting more. He smelt so fucking good; a musky, earthy scent that she wished she could just bottle up and carry around with her. She wanted nothing more than to feel that rock-hard body pressed against hers. Her mind went from zero to horny-as-a-motherfucker in a second flat, lust bursting inside her like a bomb had just gone off.

Luther sensed the change in her, his eyes snapping to hers. A low growl rumbled in this throat.

God, she wished more than anything that his true appearance wasn’t being concealed by the Camouflage spell. Even though he looked just as good as a fae, she wanted therealLuther. Not this fake, fae copy.

It was funny. Before she was kidnapped by Barnabas—when she herself was under an Illusion spell—they shared a moment together. They were a heartbeat away from doing the nasty when he abruptly stopped because she didn’t look like herself.

At the time she didn’t understand. In fact, she was pissed off. Not to mention sexually frustrated. Now, though, she understood exactly where he was coming from.

Despite the fact that her soul called to his, that her body ached for his touch, she wasn’t prepared to fill the need she had for him with the fae before her.

“Everything alright?” Zamorra asked, nodding to Lex, who headed towards the entrance to the cave. If she didn’t change the subject now and get her libido under control, she was going to fuck him, regardless of his appearance. She was that built up for him.

“Depends on your definition of ‘alright’.” Luther cracked his neck, his body tight with tension. “The information Lex uncovered…it’s not good. Along with having a powerful force of fae warriors, they also have an army of dragons at their disposal. Lex managed to get close to a few of them while they slept. They have collars strapped around their necks—albeit, a lot larger than yours, but still—they must have the same effect. They’re a slave to the fae, like all the other supernaturals.”

“Shit. That’s not good. The fae are dangerous on their own. Add in hundreds of flying flame throwers?”—She shook her head—“We’re fucked.”

She already witnessed firsthand what the fae were capable of. She knew if they tried to conquer Earth, her side would have a hard time defeating them. The fact they had an army of supernaturals under their control too meant they were royally screwed.

“The odds are stacked against us, yes, but that doesn’t mean we’ve lost. There was one thing Lex noticed that may work in our favour. The lack of mages. He said he didn’t see one anywhere.”

Zamorra frowned. Now that he mentioned it, neither did she. She glimpsed shifters, vampires and demons. But no mages. “Why do you think that is?”

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