Page 82 of Cosmic Power

She breathed hard, not daring to move an inch. If she so much as moved her head, the blade would pierce her eye. She swallowed nervously. She could heal from a lot of things. Most of the cuts he had inflicted on her body were already starting to slowly heal. But she’d never had a knife to the eye before. Was that something she could come back from? She wasn’t sure.

His footsteps thumped loudly as he made his way to her and gripped the hilt of the blade, running it along her eyebrow and over her eye lid. “I gave you a chance to talk. You chose not to take it. You’ll wish you had.”

Zamorra braced herself for the pain, knowing full well she wasn’t going to be able to talk her way out of this. The look on his face spoke volumes. She had pushed him to the brink and now he was going to make herreallysuffer.

A knock echoed in the air and she held her breath.

“My King?” a deep, sensual voice said, muffled slightly by the door.

The Gold King growled low in his throat, the knife still right next to her eye.

“Are you gonna get that?” she gulped, still not daring to move. “You should probably get that. Sounds important.”

Another knock sounded and he backed away with a snarl. Zamorra inhaled deeply. Sweat dripped down her brow, her body riddled with anxious energy.

“What?!” the Gold King barked. Zamorra couldn’t see who was at the door because it was behind her, but she didn’t care. She was so fucking thankful for the interruption. She was a heartbeat away from losing her eye.

“I apologise for disturbing you, my King. But we’ve detected the presence of a portal in the Muthos Region.” Zamorra recognised the voice. It was Faxon.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, my King. It was gone less than a minute later, but the Portanics are certain they felt the energy of a portal appear.”

“Dispatch a legion of the Silver Chaos Warriors. I want the intruders taken alive.”

“Yes, my King. There is also a matter with the other prisoners—specifically the demon.”

There was a beat of silence.

Zamorra strained her head, trying to get a glimpse of what was going on behind her, but it was no use. They’d positioned her in exactly the right spot that made it impossible for her to see the door.

“What’s happened?” the Gold King asked, a dark tint to his voice.

“It may be best for you to come see for yourself, my King. It…it is hard to explain.”

She was dying to ask about her—Lilith—but Zamorra knew it would be a dumb move. If the Gold King knew she cared about Lilith, he could use that to get her to talk. She didn’t care about what happened to her, what pain he inflicted on her body, but someone she cared about? Yeah, she would cave straight away. Although she wasn’t sure if the feelings she had towards the demon were of a caring nature. She did like her though. That was enough.

“You go on,” Zamorra cut in, waving him off with as much movement as she could manage. “We can pick this up later. Or, you know, never.”

Another beat of silence. She bit her lip, waiting anxiously to see what he would do. If he decided to stay, she was going to lose her eye. She was sure of it. He would pick up right where he left off.

The Gold King cursed. The sound of the door slamming shut followed and she breathed a sigh of relief. There wasn’t much time to bask in the small victory, though. She had to get out of the infernal torture device before he came back and finished what he started.

ChapterTwenty-Three

“Holy crap! Look at this place!”, Void exclaimed, staring at the view in front of him with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open in awe.

After one of the most gut-wrenching trips he’d ever experienced, Luther, Void, Justin and Lex were spat out into another world. He wasn’t sure if it was Alterra or the fae’s original home world. To be honest, it didn’t really matter to him. Elias had used the residual energy lingering in the air to follow the portal the fae had used, tracing them here.

They stood on top of a high, steep hill, two brightly beaming suns peaking over the horizon, casting the sky in a hue of purple and orange. Tall, castle-styled buildings stood in the far-off distance, surrounded by plush green trees and rivers of glistening aqua water. A dense forest lay at the bottom of the hill, several footpath trails disappearing into the treeline. It was a beautiful sight to behold; like something out of a children’s fantasy storybook, filled with wonder and magic.

Luther was momentarily taken aback by the beauty of it all. He had never seen anything like it before. It was magnificent. Breathtaking. Captivating. He could hardly believe such dark and evil creatures lived within such a wondrous environment.

Void spun—his back facing the spectacular view—and held up a phone, getting ready to take a picture.

Luther scowled.

“What?” Void blinked innocently. “It’s for the gram.”

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