Page 17 of Cosmic Power

“I don’t need you to take me. Just tell me where it is.”

“Cut the shit, Lord Douche. There’s no way you’re going without me. So we either go together, or you can find it on your own and I’ll go my damn self.”

Luther scowled. “Fine.”

He got to his feet and walked over to Maddox, still dangling unconscious on the wall with a knife in his forehead. He gripped the handle and pulled it from his skull, watching the vampire collapse to the ground. The wound on Maddox’s head closed, healing quickly and leaving nothing but a few droplets of blood as evidence of the attack.

“What are you going to do with him?” Void asked, glaring at Maddox.

“None of your business.”

It would take several hours for him to wake. Luther didn’t want to risk Maddox running while he was gone, so he called Axel.

“Where are you?” he asked, wiping his dagger on Maddox’s shirt. First one side, then the other, cleaning the blood off the blade.

“Just headed back now, my Lord.”

“Step on it.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

Axel walked in a few minutes later, panting softly, a gleam of sweat on his brow. One thing Luther liked about Axel was his ability to follow commands to a T. If Luther told him to jump, he jumped. He didn’t ask stupid questions, didn’t hesitate.

Flicking his eyes around the room, Axel took note of everything around him in under a second, his mind processing everything in sight. He did a double take when he saw Void and frowned.

Void gave him the peace sign and smiled broadly.

“Everything okay, my Lord?” Axel asked, looking back at Luther.

“Fine. Take Maddox to the warehouse and restrain him. I’ll deal with him later.”

Nodding, Axel threw Maddox’s limp body over his shoulder and blurred out of the room.

Luther was still unsure about what he was going to do about the backstabbing vampire. He knew there were benefits to keeping him around and feeding him false information, but he wasn’t sure if he could rein in his temper. Every time he looked at Maddox, he wanted to rip his throat out for his betrayal.

Luther retrieved his jacket from the closet near the front door and put it on, running his hands down the fabric and straightening his tie.

It was close to dawn, so he wanted to get moving as soon as possible. Darkness was his friend; the light his enemy. It was true, he could function during the day. However, it did weaken him, making him lethargic. And the last thing he needed when going into shifter territory was to be weak.

Luther went to open the front door and leave, but Void called out to him in anger.

“Oi!”

Arching an eyebrow, Luther turned. “What?”

“You don’t honestly expect me to go out like this, do you?” Void asked, waving a hand up and down his body.

“I couldn’t care less what you go out in.”

“Comeonnnnn,” Void whined. “Just give me some decent clothes. I can barely move in these things.” To accentuate his point, Void lifted his arms above his head and his shirt ripped, tearing at the sleeves. “See? I feel like I’m gonna hulk out any second.”

Luther frowned. “I don’t know what that means.”

“It means that if you don’t wanna see my dick swingin’ around like a lasso, you need to give me some decent fucking clothes.”

Margaret instantly appeared before Void, blurring into the room so quickly he stumbled back in shock. She ran her tongue over her lips, eyeing the shifter seductively. “Did I hear something about a dick swinging?” she purred.

Rolling his eyes, Luther sighed. “Margherita. Go find something more fitting for Void to wear. I’m sick of hearing him complain.”

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