Page 26 of Hell's Queen

“Almost as embarrassing as accepting someone who can’t even save their Soul Reaper, right?” The anger inside of me isn’t holding.

He scoffs. “That’s how low we are going. You want to bring that shit up?”

“No one wanted you!”

“No one wanted you!”

I flick my hand at him, and fire hits the ground at his feet.

“Please.” He doesn’t flinch. “Half of these fucking men wouldn’t be here if you weren’t hot.”

I throw fire at him, but it falls short.

He laughs.

“And that’s why you’re so fucking mad. You can’t have my pussy!”

“Would never want it. Too many people—”

Shut up! I charge, jumping and reeling back. He wraps his arms around my body as I hit him in the cheek with a flaming fist. He goes down, taking me with him. He kicks me off and over him.

I slide on my toes as he jumps to his feet. He charges, throwing a fist that I narrowly dodge. He spins, kicking. I jump back and kick him in the chest. He stumbles back, his lips parting. He doesn’t expect me to be this strong. I’m fast. Seeing most of his movement slowing down, I can tell it is The Flame causing that.

He charges, and I drop down, sliding under his legs and kicking the back of his knee. He falls to his knees, and I round him. “I’ve said this before,” I say, standing over him. “You look perfect on your knees. It'll be while on your knees when you’re ready to ask for forgiveness.”

“You’re still weak,” he snaps, grabbing my hips and slamming me onto the ground effortlessly. He reels back, and I use my tiny body to slither my leg up, wrap my legs around his neck, and use my weight to get him on his back. I grab his wrist, extend his arm, and stretch my leg to hold him in place.

He struggles, grabbing my thigh forcibly.

“You think I will forever be this weak queen when you know damn well, I’m stronger, and this power helps.”

I let go of him, and he pushes me away, sitting up. “So, those powers help you. Without them, you’d be weak.”

“Fuck you,” I growl, throwing a small fireball at him, and he blocks it with his arm, letting it sizzle away.

While Hazen showers with me, he notices that Inarian has left bruises on my thigh, which is weird. The Flame heals me fast, but I feel a bit drained. Pole dancing and fighting must have tired me out. I collapse in bed, realizing how tired I am.

“Are you okay?” Ryker asks, touching my head.

I nod. “Just exhausted.”

He hums, climbing over me and pulling me against him. I barely have the strength to move. After a while, we all fall asleep, with me between Hazen and Ryker. I hardly dream, only hearing my name whispered through the shadows. I sit up, stirring awake after realizing it.

They are calling me to Thorne. What’s wrong?

I reach into the shadow, following it to Thorne’s room, under the crack of his door, and then appear at the foot of his bed. He lifts his head slightly, but overall, he is weak. “When’s the last time you fed?” I ask, moving to him.

“Before the attack,” he mutters, and I can barely hear him. That was days ago, and he must eat at least every day to stay alive.

I crawl into the bed, offering my wrist.

“No.” He pushes me away, but he’s barely strong enough to make me move.

“Thorne, please.”

He turns away. “Leave me alone.”

“Why are you being stubborn? Just drink.”

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