Page 104 of The Slayer Seduction

“What. The. Fuck?” I’m able to hiss out as I feel a wave of air crest through me. My heart rate returns back to normal and my vision becomes clearer.

The Alpha shifter married to one of Iris’ best friends is holding me down as Violet presses her wand to my chest.

“Are you stable now?” Silas asks, and I give him a quick nod, just resting on the ground, letting myself get recalibrated with my own body.

I rest a hand over my chest, and everything slowly comes back to me. Violet stopping my heart, the Slayer’s soul ripping out of mine like a massive fissure, and then waking back up.

“Did it work?” I rasp out, and Silas furrows his brows as he looks over at his witchy wife.

Marriage was never anything I considered before, but looking at them now, I hope with every fiber of my being that the Slayer was able to get the message across to Iris and that she’s safe. Given the chance to see her again, I’d make her my wife in a second, spending the rest of my life doing my damndest to make sure she felt safe and taken care of.

“You…you can’t sense the Slayer?” Violet asks, her face paling.

I pull the neck of my shirt down, glancing at my chest, and I see that the slayer marks are still there. My mind is still weak, but I search for his presence. I never thought I’d want him with me right now, but I’d do just about anything to get him back.

It’s faint, almost like a whisper, but his essence is there.

“Slayer?” I ask him.

No response, but there’s definitely an entity inside me. It reminds me of when he shut down after his first altercation with that slayer in the alleyway, but this isn’t on purpose. He’s weakened.

“He’s there, but traveling to the void must have seriously weakened him.”

“I’m going to give you a few more healing potions. Maybe your strength will help the Slayer gain his. We need to know if it worked before we do anything else. Iris brewed these,” she says softly as she hands me the small potion bottles.

I think about watching second hand as she moved around her laboratory, and how much she loved brewing, creating, and being an important member of her coven. She loathed having visions, but potions were her outlet.

It takes a moment, but the potions flood my system, and my strength is steadily being replenished. After a few moments, I realize there are a few vampires around us, too.

The Slayer doesn’t hardly stir.

“So, this is the big bad slayer?” a woman with inky black hair asks, looking unimpressed.

“Do not needle him, Samantha,” a man in a bespoke suit says next to her.

“I’m just saying he doesn’t look like he was worth all the drama.”

“Samantha,” Ember chastises, but there’s no heat to it.

“Fine. Fine. So we’re just what? Going to sit out in this nasty little outcrop all night?” Samantha complains.

Ember blows a pink piece of hair out of her face.

“I mean seriously, you’d think a vampire slayer would be more intimidating. I mean, sure, he’s tall, but he doesn’t even have the drive of a slayer,” Samantha says.

“You’re right. I ripped his throat out pretty good that one time. His aim with the stake was subpar,” Warin says.

The teasing stirs the Slayer up and I have to contain my amusement over the vampires deciding that the way to wake him up was to pick on him, because it’s absolutely working.

“What does a slayer taste like? Worse than that one guy who only drank Monster and did coke?” Samantha asks Warin.

“Worse. Completely foul creature, to be honest. I was spitting out his blood as soon as I sunk my teeth into his no good, dirty, worthless⁠—”

He doesn’t get another word out as the Slayer takes over in full force, moving at super speed as he grabs Warin by the throat.

The vampire grins at him, achieving what he wanted all along.

“You’re lucky my Iris said not to kill you,” he seethes, tossing the vampire as far away from us as possible.