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"Fancy title," I replied, a bite in my voice. "Shame I've never heard of you. Thanks for coming to help, though. Appreciate it."
"My father," Arkan murmured, pulling his hands straight by his sides. I missed his touch, cold creeping in immediately.
"Oh!" I gave the pinched-faced man a grin."You'reArkan's dad. I've been wanting to meet you, actually."
I took a step and Taj released my neck with a chuckle, watching as I crossed the space between us and Arkan's family at a measured pace.
"I'm Aveline Lachesi," I introduced myself. "Mate of the devil, and this guy, and your son. Not that you deserve to call him your son."
Lord Cumstain reared back in surprise at my tone, or maybe he wasn't used to people saying mean things about him.3
"Also," I added before he could recover enough to speak. "Up on Earth, I've got a bit of a reputation for myself."
"As a slut," the flirty blonde sneered under her breath. The pale-haired bulldog beside her snorted, presumably her brother.Arkan'sbrother. Those fuckers.
"Actually," I corrected brightly, "as aserial killer.I'm known as the Candyfloss Killer. Fancy name, I know. Now, I don't have any candyfloss on me, but I can make do in a pinch."
I was so volatile lately that reaching for my magic was effortless—it was always there, waiting, explosive and hungry. It wreathed my hand with black and orange flames.
"I don't know what you think you're doing—" Lord Cumstain began.
"Killing you. Duh."
There was only one way to kill a wraith; my own dickhead father taught me that. I shoved my hand at Lord Cumstain’s chest, burned my way through skin, muscle, and bone with crazy-hot fire, and grabbed his heart. It came out with a single firm yank, and I watched his body drop to the corridor with a smirk of satisfaction.
His entourage reared back in horror as blood began to spread from his body, the same hot liquid dripping down my hand and wrist. I used an errant bit of fire to light up his heart, and the remains drifted through my fingers like sand.
"Right, then," I said, giving the remaining family members a kind smile. "Now we all know where we stand—you don't fuck with my mates, I don't execute you on the spot—I'd like you to stay here at the castle and guard all the entrances. No one comes in or out today. Okay?"
A tall man in his thirties nodded fast, shooting a terrified look at Arkan behind me.
"Oh, I almost forgot," I added, spinning to face Arkan's sister and snapping my fingers. Orange fire crawled across her whole body, not burning but undoubtedly a threat. "You look at my mate again, you die a horrible, grisly death. Nod if you understand."
She screamed, patting at herself, trying to put the flames out. Her fleshy body became shadows and bone, but my fire still raged. I grinned, a little unhinged and very proud of myself. My power was coming along beautifully.
"Sorry, was that a nod?" I asked, tapping my lip with a bloody hand. "I couldn't quite tell. I can repeat the lesson if you didn't learn it the first—"
"Yes!" she screamed, nodding fast.
"Perfect," I replied brightly, and extinguished the flames with a wave of my hand. My whole body buzzed with power at the blood and violence hanging thick in the corridor. It was a delicious sensation. "Have a nice day, everyone. Enjoy your stay at the castle."
I took a step and they scattered, pressing against the walls, so terrified I was surprised they hadn't pissed themselves. Glee tumbled through my bond with Taj, but Arkan's soul was quiet with surprise and I couldn't tell if he was mad at me.
I’d killedhis father.
"Ark…" I breathed when we reached the dark hospital hallway, my stomach in knots. "Sorry if I—"
I didn't manage to finish that statement; he slammed me against the wall, thrust his knee between my thighs, and kissed me so hard my head spun and little panting whimpers left my lips.
"We don't have time to spare, if you remember," Taj remarked, leaning against the wall opposite and watching us with a wicked intensity. "We need to leave ASAP."
"I'll be quick," Arkan replied, his voice deep and rattling, and shadows whipping off his shoulders. When his hands grabbed me, they were cold, chilled bone, but when he tore my jeans down, lifted me to wrap my legs around his waist, and filled me with one possessive thrust, he was all flesh and heat.
He was true to his word; it was quick. But it was frantic and rough enough that he still made me come twice.
Talented fucker.
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