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“It will kill you if you do not surrender.”

“Don’t be an idiot!” Lilith screamed, her body thrashing in the arms of the two gold-armoured warriors holding her back. “Let go before you die!”

Zamorra pushed for supremacy. She had no strength left to fight her. She let go.

The moment Zamorra returned, the electric current disappeared. The light on the metal collar around her neck changed from red to white and the droning beeping noise disappeared. Cool air hit her skin and it was a refreshing change from the searing-hot pain that was coursing through her moments ago.

She raised her head, a low groan spilling from her lips as her blue eyes connected with the Gold King’s.

He released the telekinetic hold he had over her body and she fell to a crumpled heap on the floor. His footsteps were loud as he walked to her side, echoing around her. He crouched, tucked a few strands of her silver hair behind her ear so he could look directly in her eyes, and grasped her chin roughly.

A dark evil rolled over her skin.

“We’re going to have some fun, you and I. You’re going to tell me everything there is to know about your world and then I’m going to make you watch as I burn it all down.”

ChapterTwenty-One

“Open it! Open it now!” Luther roared, screaming at the top of his lungs. Power pulsed from his body, cracking the floor beneath his feet. His rage was uncontrollable.

He had her. He finally had her. She was in his arms, safe. And then he lost her again.

How could this happen? How could he lose her twice?! He was beyond angry. He was ready to wreak havoc. To tear into anyone who even crossed his path at this point. Innocent or guilty, it didn’t matter to him. He wanted violence. He wanted bloodshed. He wanted destruction. And he didn’t care how he got it.

When the pixie had tracked him down, telling him she knew where Zamorra was, it was like a giant weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He was finally going to have her back. It took no time at all for his maker to assemble a small army filled with vampires—and for the other Ancestral beings to do the same. With their warriors, along with Void, Thaddeus, Ryker and his Elite Guards, Axel and Darius, they were ready.

He gorged himself on blood so he was at his strongest. Six humans had paid their lives for it and he didn’t feel a modicum of guilt over it. He would have taken more if he had the time.

“Luther, calm down.” His maker held up his hands in a placating gesture that only served to anger him more. “I understand you’re upset—”

“Upset?Upset?!” Luther gripped one of the fae warriors dressed in the bronze battle armour and ripped his head straight from his body, relishing in his screams of agony. He used the head as a ball and threw it at his maker, spraying blood all over the room. “I’m beyond upset! I am fuckingenraged!”

Zvetari ducked, avoiding the flying head aimed at him, pursing his lips in distaste. “We only have a few prisoners. Best not kill them before we can get information from them.”

Luther knew he had a point, but it was hard to see past the blinding rage that consumed him. After the fae in the gold armour disappeared back into the portal, taking with them four prisoners from their world, the remaining fae tried to run. To flee by using their teleportation power and blinking away. But they couldn’t.

Lenore—the Ancestral Light Mage—created a barrier surrounding the building, preventing them from teleporting away. They managed to capture seven alive and currently had them trapped in a force field filled with light and dark magic.

Well…six now.

Once they had all been subdued, they saw to the injured. Zvetari’s son was among them. Two of the descendants didn’t make it; the light and dark mages. They were both dead, strapped to spelled chairs and bleeding profusely. The shifter warriors who were engaged in the battle when they arrived, split the moment the gold fae left. As much as Luther was dying to, he didn’t give chase. He had more important things to deal with, but he added her brothers to his Death List. Daeva told him all about their involvement. They would not get off easily.

“Unless you want me to kill them all, open up that damn portal right now,” Luther growled, eyes burning red.

“You know it’s not that simple, Luther. There are trillions of galaxies out there. The portal could open up in any one of them,” Zvetari said, trying to keep his voice calm and soothing.

“Actually, there may be a way around that,” Elias—the Ancestral Dark Mage—cut in, pushing a strand of dark hair out of his face. He looked like your average garden variety everyday man with his plain face and average build, but the magic dripping off him spoke volumes of how much power he possessed. He was anything but normal.

Zvetari narrowed his eyes at Elias, warning him to keep quiet.

“Explain,” Luther barked, pacing up and down.

“Keep your mouth shut, Elias,” Zvetari snapped.

Luther spun and blurred to his maker, wrapping a clawed hand around his throat tightly. “I am at the end of my tether, Zvetari. Do not get in my way. I am going through the portal, even if I have to spill every single drop of your blood to do so.”

His maker stared at him, not bothering to fight the hold Luther had on him, even though Luther guessed he could break out of it easily. His red eyes ran over Luther’s face. “It’s a suicide mission. They’ll be able to sense the moment you arrive. You’ll be walking into your own death.”

“Then I die,” Luther growled, shoving him away. He turned to face Elias. “Explain what you mean.”

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