Page 29 of Cosmic Power

With grace and fluidity, Luther dropped to the dirt ground below, landing without making a single sound. He straightened the lapels of his jacket and ran his fingers through his hair as he stood tall.

Void reared back, flipping backwards through the air before landing in a crouch at Luther’s feet. He rose to his full height, his muscles rippling as his body moved.

Pulling out his phone, Luther dialled Axel’s number. The vampire answered on the first ring.

“My Lord?”

“I need you to bring me a human, red hair—”

“With big tatas,” Void cut in. “She’s gotta have big tatas or he won’t bite.”

Luther glared. “Did you get that?”

“Yes, my Lord. Human, red hair, big…assets,” Axel coughed.

Luther nodded. “I will pin you my location. Make it quick. Time is of the essence.”

“Right away, my Lord. Also, just wanted to make you aware, Maddox awoke before I left. He requested his release.”

“Negative. He’s to remain chained.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

With nothing else to add, Luther hung up. He knew his maker would be at the warehouse any moment to interrogate Maddox. He still wasn’t sure if this was the correct course of action to take, but he was running out of time.

Handing Maddox over to his maker saved him having to deal with the issue, even though he would have preferred to gather the evidence against Leilani himself.

Maybe this was better. Even if he managed to prove Leilani’s betrayal, there was still a chance his maker wouldn’t believe him. Whereas if he stumbled onto the information himself…maybe, just maybe, he would finally believe Leilani was nothing more than the backstabbing bitch she was.

Void whacked his own arm, his eyes burning with annoyance. “Fucking mosquitos,” he growled, slapping the side of his neck next, then his thigh.

Luther stiffened at a new scent that tainted the air, one that was very familiar to him. He blurred away, leaving Void as he continued to slap himself silly, and appeared behind the person responsible for the scent.

Ophelia.

She was unaware of his presence, remaining crouched peeking through a rose bush as he stood directly behind her. She watched Eastmeadow Estate with absolute focus, taking note of the shifter warriors and their routine.

A gust of wind ruffled her long red hair and she tensed. She inhaled deeply, a small moan falling from her lips. “My maker,” she purred, and turned around.

Luther stared down at her. “Ophelia, what are you doing here?”

She repositioned, easing to her knees, her green eyes darting to his crotch and back up again quickly, almost as if she couldn’t help but look.

“What you commanded, my maker.” She tilted her head, signalling for him to look over her shoulder.

Luther glanced upwards, taking notice of a group of werewolf shifters passing through the Ward spell, stumbling over each other and laughing hysterically. Even from where he stood, Luther could smell the alcohol on their bodies.

“I tracked them here from a bar downtown.” Ophelia looked back at the men as the fortress gates opened and a shifter guard on duty waved them in. “I was just scoping out the perimeter and gathering intel before contacting you.” She ran her hands up his thick, muscular thighs. “While I’m down here, why don’t I service you in other ways, my maker?” she whispered seductively.

Luther sighed. This wasn’t the first time Ophelia had tried to alter their relationship. It seemed that after 1,500 years of rejection, his sire still couldn’t accept that he wasn’t interested in her that way.

He gripped her hands, stopping her movements. “Ophelia—”

Footsteps echoed in his ear and a few moments later Void burst through the thick green foliage, sweat gleaming on his dark eyebrows.

“What the fuck, Lord Douche?” he panted softly, glaring.

Luther turned slightly and Void caught a glimpse of Ophelia on her knees, her hands on his body.

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