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I couldn’t even laugh at the immature yet adorable action with how livid I was, so I huffed, which seemed to ignite the burning in my eyes that I was certain were tears. My heart was begging for me to feel again, but I couldn’t just yet.
Something has to be done. Many have to pay for trying to steal what’s mine.
“A disaster has to happen here, Willow.”The words left me before I could register them. My brewing energy of desolation needed me to let her know how dangerously sinister I was about to be thanks to a few selfish cowards in hidden places that wished to kill my mate.
“And I don’t want you having an ounce of sympathy, understand?”
She nodded again, though I noticed the way her floating image was flickering in and out like a television screen struggling with interruptions. It made my heart skip a few beats as I worried that she would be stolen right in this moment, but a flash of her disappearance ignited a round of gasps and coughs from her physical body.
Fucking heavens, she's alive.
A groan escaped her parted lips, and I noticed how the rest of her body shook uncontrollably.
“Willow,” Loki whispered into her ear before he closed the distance between his lips and her trembling ones.
Fuck…I want to kiss her.
No. I didn’t want to kiss her; I NEEDED to kiss her.
But I couldn't do it yet.
If I did, I wouldn't stop until she was naked and I could scan every inch of her body and count every bruise that dared to lie upon her immaculate flesh.
Each bruise would equal a natural disaster that would follow from now all the way till New Year’s Day. Seven fucking days to make the world, and seven fucking days of destruction for hurting what’s mine.
My thoughts triggered the chaos happening around us, and I was pretty sure Loki hadn’t even noticed my departure as I now looked upon the two of them through a floating mirror that followed me as I finally allowed a speck of my wrath to descend upon the world.
This should have been when I focused on what was happening and how much damage I was doing to the place my civil side called “home,” but let’s be realistic.
Where’s the fun in that?
It wasn't until I caught onto her fluttering eyes from the corner of mine that I paused to return my attention to the mirror that was inches from my face as it sensed my attentive gaze.
Willow finally managed to open those gorgeous eyes of hers. They truly showed a glimpse of how utterly drained she was while she peered up at Loki, who looked tired as fuck. He was out of his form now but somehow managed to remain conscious even though I was sure that was a difficult task to do.
“Hey, Sweets,” he muttered, and his voice was so weak. “Good girl. You came back.”
“I…wasn’t…going…anywhere,” she managed to croak. The words actually encouraged the left corner of my lip to lift just slightly.
Our Sweet Flower still has a sense of humor.
“Shh,” Loki whispered and held her a bit higher just so he could lean over and kiss her forehead. “Just rest. The drop fucked you up a bit and they had to have injected something into you, but you’ll feel better soon. I promise.”
“S…S...” She tried to say something, and I wondered what she was attempting to request, but her thought entered my mind.
Where is my Saint?
My Saint. Hers. She still cares about where I am even though I blackmailed her and revealed that I’d go on a revenge spree?
She was our match made in heaven.
I was beginning to realize why we were destined to be in this pack of Forbidden fuckers. Only she could handle each of us and somehow accept us—flaws and all.
Loki hushed her, and I guessed it was to calm her down because she was shaking like a trembling leaf in the midst of a harsh blizzard. He turned around, but my view wasn’t obstructed by Loki’s back.
My vision followed their movement, allowing me to see her face firsthand as she witnessed what I’d done.
Well…a glimpse of it.
