Whatever. I can live as that fucking loser for a few moments.
Together, we stroll toward our victory.
The closer we get, the stronger the Seduction oozes through the air. It coats the back of my throat, and I can’t help but gag.
Derivius fucking laughs at me.
Sabelline’s attention jerks toward the two of us, and she does a double take before a sick smile forms across her red-painted lips.
“A goddess smiles with a silver tongue,
A final song remains unsung.
She reaches out with a tempting hand,
She will die in this blood-soaked sand.”
“Finally.” Her husky voice carries through the space separating us, and she struts straight to Derivius. “I was beginning to wonder if you would make me do all the work, lover. Are you ready to end this nonsense?”
I can’t believe Derivius allows her to run her hands up his chest.
Gross.
He grips her wrists and glances at me. Then back at her.
“Yes, I am. More than you can even imagine.”
I giggle.
Then the Chaos falls away.
Sluttline’s smile remains…for exactly one heartbeat. Then her expression shifts as she attempts and fails to jerk free from Derivius’s grip. His Chaos coats her in blue ropes as her knees crash into the ground with a satisfying snap. Her whimper and cry have my glare growing.
“That’s disappointing,” I say. “I really figured you’d fare better for longer than that.”
Derivius tsks as he stalks behind her.
“This is rather disappointing. It’d seem dear Sabe losing her Binding and the connection to some of the Veilatara hit her harder than expected. Still, you’re weaker than normal. Why is that?”
“I blessed my son,” she grits out, thrashing around like a wild little beastie. “The Chosen One. The rightful heir to Obliteration. He will be victorious for me.”
I shake my head at her tantrum.
“Damn. This really sucks for you.” I laugh. “See, my angel already has him strung up in some chains. I don’t think he’s going to win anything today.”
“No,” she breathes.
“Uh…” I tilt my head to the side. “Yes.”
Derivius smirks at me as I squat in front of her, and her eyes bounce between mine.
Blue and burgundy.
Chaos and Harmony.
There’s no smile left on her lips now. Just understanding.
Acceptance.