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I took a chance by coming here, and there was a possibility my plan could go askew. I’d hoped we could work together since we had a common goal, now the hope burned out.
I had to talk some sense into him. What did it matter if I was a lesser angel or a Seraphim? An angel is an angel to others. The ranking only mattered with my kind.
“Let me help you.” I assessed which soldier I could bring down, but I couldn’t take on the others and Victus. “We have a common goal.” I needed to remind him why I was here in the first place.
I’d thought I got through to him when he approached me with a calmer expression. But then he moved with lightning speed and cuffed me with a hematite crystal he had taken from one of the guards.
“You’re going to regret this.” My voice was lethal calm but my heart thundered in my ears. “I could be your ally, but now you’re forcing me to be your nemesis.”
A muscle in Victus’s jaw twitched. “My ally?” He scoffed. “You’re my nightmare.” A head taller than me, he peered down, his face inches from mine, hatred boiling out from his dark eyes. He leaned closer for my ears only. “Capturing you is one thing I will never regret. Prepare to be tortured the way your kind did to mine. And I intend to pay you back a hundred-fold.”
And one of you will know torture beyond imagining.
When Victus backed away, the soldier with curly hair jabbed his spear to my stomach. I wanted to scream, but I trembled and clenched my teeth instead as pain pierced through every vein in my body. Golden blood dampened my dress and pooled around my feet.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
These savages hissed and pounded their weapons on the stone ground.
When I escaped, I would return Victus the same courtesy of his hospitality, alongside Gorgo, no matter what he promised. The victorious sound of spears pounding on the tile floor lessened, and the image of Victus glaring blurred.
Victus was the devil in disguise with a perfect chiseled face and body. Aside from his evil eyes, he was more stunning than Zander.
Zander made my heart skip a beat but Victus made my pulse thunder. Victus must have poisoned my mind with alluring vampire magic to affect me that way.
Then darkness took hold of me.
Chapter Fifteen
The Day After
Michael
“Is he dead?” A male’s voice was laced with concern and someone’s boot shoved my leg.
I groaned, my head pounding in protest as I tried to make sense of where I was. I slowly rolled to my side, the cool blades of grass beneath me.
Grass? How did I get here? And where was here?
I peeled my eyelids open, blinking against the piercing sunlight that shone down on my face and sat up. Trees surrounded us.
A vampire with short blond hair held Asher hostage, a blade to his throat, and a male human pointed a sword at me. He was so thin that my breath alone could have flipped him sideways. At least my wings were secured and tucked away.
“Don’t move or your friend is dead.” The vampire snarled.
Even in my state of confusion I could take down both the vamp and the human, but I wanted to toy with them.
I rose and dusted dirt and grass off my pants. “Do whatever you want with him. He’s not my friend.”
The earth tilted and I placed a palm on the tree beside me to steady myself. I didn’t worry about Asher. The vamp’s hand trembling indicated he was no skilled thief or a killer.
Asher could have easily taken him down. But hurt and anger expressed through Asher’s eyes. They flickered to black, then green.
“Hey.” The human waved his sword, trying to catch my attention.
I growled, pinning him with a daggered stare. “Touch me and you’re dead.” I met Asher’s gaze. “Where am I? How did I get here?”
Asher’s Adam’s apple bobbed, the blade grazing against it. “You took Gorgo to Mount Cloud. But since you drank too much ale, I was told to babysit your ass.”
