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I was free and safe now. As Killian held me, inspecting me, tears streamed down my bleeding face. All the hurt swirled back, sinking into my flesh and bones, even though Sy had taken most of my pain into her.
Killian’s stormy gaze darted from my bleeding face to my stump before he searched for my other wounds. Rage and pain brimmed in his eyes, which shifted from storm-blue to deep sapphire. I could feel his dragon close to the surface, seeking to break out of the chaos prince’s skin. Killian’s handsome face distorted before he leashed his beast, his eyes returning to cold blue. I didn’t want to see him keep wresting with his restless dragon because of me, so I pressed my good hand against his face and peeked into his eyes.
“I’m fine now, Killian,” I said.
His beast calmed, yet Killian didn’t relax. His throat worked up and down.
“Thank you for coming for me, sir!” I said, gazing up at him through my thick lashes. “You came, Killian! I thought you’d never find me again, and I got scared.”
“I’d always find you, my little scorpion. Always!” Killian said, tenderness, fierceness, and cold fury searing his eyes. His rage was reserved for those who wronged me.
The chaos heir was a formidable force. Almost the entire school feared him, but I was never afraid of him. Not even for half a heartbeat.
Pucker materialized beside us, flicking in and out of sight, and I pulled my hand away from the prince’s face.
“I helped, Barbie! I led the prince right to you!” he shouted.
“Thank you,” I said. “I knew I could count on you.”
“Of course,” he said, then he noticed my stump and hissed, “They did a number on you, Barbie. I shall skin those motherfuckers!”
Killian gave Pucker a look. Somehow, he could see my ghost familiar even in his phantom form now. It seemed the two had made some kind of deal while I’d been taken.
“Go help secure the perimeter, Guardian Pucker. Make yourself more useful,” Killian ordered him.
Pucker nodded reluctantly and faded off into the stone wall.
“Let’s get out of here,” Killian said. “I’ll carry you.”
“Take this fucking torque off me first!” I said urgently. “I don’t want it to stay on my neck one more second, good sir. When they clasped a bracelet on my wrist to bind my power, I had to cut off my own hand so I could have a fighting chance. The pain was excruciating!” Killian’s muscles twitched in his jaw, his dragon peeking out again in wrath. “I miscalculated. I didn’t expect them to set a torque around my neck next as a backup plan. This fucking torque drains me?—”
Killian clutched the torque with one hand, and I smelled burning flesh. My eyes widened in alarm and terror. “No, Killian!”
I tried to pull away, but he held me, not letting go. His other hand glued to the torque, despite the burn. His death magic and lightning lashed out, crashing into the torque. Then, with a click, the sound pure bliss, the broken torque fell from my neck and dropped to the ground. I stomped on it in fury.
“It’s gone,” Killian said in a tight voice. “No one will ever put it on you again. I’ll cut their hands off before they can even try.”
Sy cheered in approval. So romantic!
“So romantic, sir.” I echoed, then I bit my lip as I realized that I’d said the wrong thing.
But Killian didn’t mind.
He wiped away a blood trail from my face, so tender that my heart stuttered. I was already healing now that the torque had been ripped off.
“I can feel you again, little dagger,” he whispered.
I also felt the connection between us swirling to life. I gazed up at him with adoration, gratitude, and desire. I’d never seen anyone more magnificent than the male in front of me, now that the torque was off and nothing could dull my senses.
He pulled me into his arms. “I vow to you, I’ll protect you with my last breath.”
I nodded, clinging to him. “Let’s hope it won’t come to that. I don’t want you to die.”
He dipped his head and kissed me, as if he’d been waiting his whole life for this one kiss. It was merciless and tender at the same time, carrying an unbroken promise. It filled my heart with starlight and lightning, so much so I was falling and kept falling, until we touched down on white sand under red twin moons that entwined with each other.
There was no one else—just Killian and me.
I wrapped my good arm around his neck, and he lifted me, my legs wrapped around his waist.
