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The difference is, he’s had centuries to perfect his form, moves, and powers. He stole that from me.
I’m going to steal his life from him.
Any sympathy I had about his death went out the door when he used Anna’s sire bond against her.
I had to fight her and that can never happen again. She will be free of him.
Aksel’s powers falter, allowing sound in and Killian seizes the moment.
“Brother, why fight with them? You and I could destroy them in seconds,” Killian announces before landing a blow against my stomach.
“You know why I fight with them. You ruin lives Killian, including mine. Why would I side with you?”
“I’m your brother.”
“That means nothing to me.”
I see an opportunity. I fake right and expose my back before spinning out of the way so that when Killian follows, Blaze can gut him.
Finally, Killian starts to slow down. All the blood loss will do that to a vampire.
I take the upper hand, using the moves Blaze taught me to strike a blow to his temple. He stumbles back, falling to the ground and groaning.
“You won’t kill me,” Killian says, staring me in the eyes.
“I won’t,” I confirm.
Blaze moves swiftly, using his dagger-like claws to cut open Killian’s throat from behind. Blood gurgles and flows from the wound.
It’s not enough to kill him but he won’t be getting up again.
“Are you ready?” Aksel asks me.
I nod. “Do it.”
Blaze opens his mouth and shoots fire from his lungs that engulf Killian’s body. He burns down to ash and we watch the entire time to be sure it happens.
There will be no mistakes.
I hear a soft whimper that can only belong to Anna.
The three of us leave the pile of ash to go to her.
She’s pinned under Griffyn and Felix with wide eyes.
“He used the sire bond,” Aksel explains.
“She knows everything that happened, she’s just processing,” Felix says, petting her hair back from her face.
“I just can’t fucking believe it’s over. I can feel the complete control I have over my body. I never knew he was sitting inside me, but he was. It was a poison in my soul waiting to be unleashed.”
“And now it’s gone?” I ask softly.
We’ve come so far, but even now when she talks about the pain my brother has caused her, I fear she’s going to look into my eyes and hate me. Hate my face.
I should trust her more.
She smiles when she looks at me. It’s like I’m the reason for her joy, not her pain.
