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"Who would have thought the prince of this grand legacy would be the billionaire blind artist who goes by the name Neo Rodriguez."
"Aurelia." Dimitris was the one to speak up in warning, but Aurelia was going to say what she had to say.
I wanted her to.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Prince Nicodemus Ramiro."
Pin-drop silence swept through the room, but suddenly something clicked in me, and there was nothing to stop it as I allowed that cynical part to come out and play.
I opened my eyes then and there, and the world of black and coursing energy flashed with color as my magic swirled into the depths of my irises. I was sure those red magic circles spun with trembling force, at least enough to send all my peers but Onyx and Aurelia to the ground on one knee.
"Fuck. Aurelia," Dimitris hissed. "Back down now. I can't control Neo."
I could now see the witch's beauty as she stood there combating my intense dominance. She was lucky that I acknowledged her close connection with my mate, or she'd be dead before she even finished speaking my name.
She held a bit of worthiness to her elemental power, and adding the name of a Clementine to the equation left her on a bridge of power I was far too lazy to cross. She knew of me because her family had no choice but to be on good terms with mine.
Or I'd easily squish their Coven empire like ants gathering around a sandpit.
"Oh no, let her do what she wishes," I said in complete delight, my voice dangerously deep while my eyes took in the tall woman. To say she was fierce in this state of defense would be an insult. She was beyond such a word. She wore a black dress that hugged her upper half while the bottom half showed the front side of her legs that held some magically engraved tattoos, while the back was layered with black lace.
She had to have come from a Coven meeting, but with the knowledge she carried, it finally dawned on me why she was so upset.
"Ah," I hummed. "You've risen to your position on the Coven."
Her eyes narrowed, while a chuckle escaped my throat. The temperature seemed to drop in the room, but it did nothing to lower the burning heat in me while my desire to see red across her flesh grew stronger.
"I could kill you," she warned.
"You're not wrong," I assured her, but I took a step forward, lifting my head in a smug, belittling manner. "And yet you wouldn't dare try to kill me."
She swallowed the lump in her throat, and I was sure she was fighting harder not to drop to her knees at my slight display of power.
Generations of power that I had no choice but to accept as the only true son of the Ramiro family.
I indeed had a brother out there in the world, but this world of shifters and power wouldn't cross his path. His world held enough instability. He wouldn't survive the dangers this one held.
"Neo," Onyx warned, and I think he was trying to stall me.
"Nico," I corrected. "The untamed, misanthropic side of Neo that carries a name and reputation that you hear in wolf folk tales. Or horror myths."
"You’ll kill Willow," she snarled. "I can't allow that."
"If I wished to kill my Sweetness, I would have done so the night she stabbed me in the gut, witch misfit," I spoke with authority, and my words made her grit her teeth. "Instead of attempting to put the blame on me for your missed insight on the matter regarding Willow's intense desire to kill herself, I suggest you back down, or I'll blow your brains out and cook them for dinner."
"Neo."Dimitris was trying to reign in my craziness, but he must have forgotten the last time I'd come out to play.
No one fucking controls me.
"You wouldn't go against the Clementines," she tossed out.
"Again, you're correct," I replied and lifted my hand so I could look at my palm before turning it back to see the newly branded mark that helped to tame my sanity. "But do I really need such an alliance if the newly sworn leader is already trying to destroy a connection that's older than your great-great-grandmother?"
The news was unexpected to her, and I decided to allow more energy out. It was a fraction of what I contained, but it forced her to take a step back. Immediately, she was on her knees, fighting the gravitational force.
Onyx cursed, and I took a side glance to see he was forced to his knees as well - Willow still in his arms. She was asleep, which impressed me, leaving me to wonder if any of this intense force was bothering her in the slightest.
She deserved to be resting peacefully on sheets of satin, in a bed that would steal away the nightmares that surely tried to encourage her internal suffering, but I guessed this had to be addressed now that Aurelia was a newly sworn Coven Head.
