Page 51 of Cosmic Power

Zvetari looked over his shoulder, eyeing the shifter as if he had forgotten he was even in the room.

A soft chuckle left Margaret’s lips and Luther glared in their direction.

“What?” Void shrugged. “If you guys are gonna fight, I might as well try and make some money off it. What ya think, Marge? Care to take my wager?”

Humour danced in her eyes. “You have a death wish.”

Void’s joking nature dissipated the tension in the room. Zvetari straightened and leveled his gaze at Luther, the vampire beneath his foot still thrashing and demanding to be released.

“We have important things to discuss, Luther. Either take her and exact your vengeance, or I will end her life now.”

Luther frowned. “What important things?”

Zvetari glanced over his shoulder again, looking at Void. “Privateimportant things. Decide what you want to do.”

Luther already knew what he wanted to do. He knew from the moment Zvetari turned up on his doorstep with Leilani in tow. He was going to kill her. Slowly. Painfully.

Not only had she betrayed him all those years ago, left him for dead at the hands of those sadistic polar bear shifters, but she was also responsible for what happened to Zamorra. For that alone, he would make her suffer.

Luther walked forward and grasped the silver chain in his maker’s hand. His skin burned at the contact and he grimaced slightly, riding through the pain. When he tugged on the chain, Zvetari lifted his foot and allowed Leilani to rise.

“Luther,” Leilani panted, getting to her feet on shaky legs. “Let us talk for a moment.” She tossed him a sultry look. One that in the past he would have fallen for—but not now. Too much had happened between them to forgive and forget.

He walked over to Margaret. “Cover your hand and take the chain,” he instructed.

“My love, stop. Wait, just think about this for a second.” Leilani’s voice was panicked, laced with fear and worry as she dragged her feet, resisting as much as she could, trying to stop him from pulling her along.

Margaret wrapped a dish towel around her hand so every inch of the skin was covered before she took the chain from Luther. Leilani struggled, but it was futile. “What shall I do with her, my Lord?”

“Take her to the warehouse—”

“There’s no time for that, Luther. If you’re going to kill her, do it now,” Zvetari blasted, cutting him off.

Leilani spun, her blonde hair whipping through the air. “You can’t be serious! You’re my maker! You’re meant to protect me!”

Zvetari looked down his nose at her, as if she was nothing more than the dirt beneath his shoes.

“I plan to take my time with her, making her suffer as I suffered all those years ago when she abandoned me. Nothing will stop me from fulfilling that.” With a flick of his head, Luther signalled for Margaret to leave with that traitorous bitch in tow, kicking and screaming. Which, if Luther was being honest, was preferable to him anyway.

Zvetari pursed his lips in displeasure but said nothing as the vampires left.

Luther locked eyes with his maker. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten, Zvetari. Why, if you have always been able to delve into people’s minds and see their thoughts, did you not do it earlier? Especially when I told you what she had done.”

Sighing heavily, Zvetari moved to the drink cart in the kitchen and poured himself a whisky. “Any blood around here?”

Luther pulled a blood bag from the fridge and tossed it to him.

Zvetari caught it. He scrunched up his nose and dropped it like it held some sort of infectious disease. “Fresh, Luther. This is swine.”

“I don’t have anything fresh. At least, not right now. Unless you want shifter?” He glanced at Void, who was still munching loudly on the potato chips.

Void gulped. “Say what now?”

Zvetari licked his lips. “It has been a while since I indulged in a shifter.” He sniffed the air. “Even longer since I tasted a werewolf.”

“Ha. Ha,” Void said awkwardly, clearing his throat.

“You know what…me too.” Luther and Zvetari shared a look, a glint of mischievousness vibrating between them before they crept closer to Void, like hunters stalking their prey, eyes blazing red, fangs dripping with saliva, claws at the ready.

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