Fate and Destiny (The Fated Series, #2)

Chapter 93 - Fauna - Never Again

"And how is my little flower blooming? Brightly, I hope."

Little flower.

I've had a rather confusing day that I can't wrap my head around, my anger is at about ten thousand, I'm on the edge of a mental breakdown, my senses are overwhelming the crap out of me, and all of it thanks to him. This fucking asshole who took it all and ruined my Godsdamned life.
I was happy, and I was content. Now look at me.

I'm a Queen and an elemental, and I'm definitely not a happy one. His eyes may be red, but mine are flaming with the madness he forged in me. His closeness has spiders crawling up my arms, but I won't let the fear control me. I'm not his to control. He has no hold on me, but I sure as hell will have him wishing he never let me go by the end of the night.

All I want to do is reach out and yank his dark heart from his chest and watch his eyes go wide with surprise, but I cant risk more than a breath toward him with so many people - expendable in his eyes - nearby. I do picture doing it though as I lean in closer towards him until I can feel the coldness of his breath on my cheek.

"Your flower is wilting," I whisper, staring strident into the same blood red eyes that used to swallow me whole and shove me into pain and darkness. "Now remove your dog before I have mine tear off her head and use it as a chew toy."

That menacing look in his eye dances at my words, yet he doesn't take me seriously. His mistake.

Not breaking eye contact, I take hold of Visha's body and yank her away from the Queen of Adaeric whom she had her nails dug into. Her throat lands in my hand, and I squeeze it so tight my forearm cries in pain, my anger get taken out on her windpipe. A strangled noise gasps from her, and his eyes betray him as he reacts all too quickly towards it. She tries to grab my own throat, so I shock her muscles and have them cramping. Her whole arm shakes with the effort to reach me, and a vein in his forehead begins to pop out.

"She may have her soul locked in a stone," I tell him. "But that just means I get to tear her body apart again and again, right in front of you, just like you did when you killed my mother, and just like you tore my mind from me. Now let the King and Queen go, or your sweet little girl will find herself trying to heal her own broken neck."

He doesn't seem to hear me, too focused on staring into my eyes and likely imagining my demise. Too bad he can't carry it out with my hand on Visha's neck and Darius monitoring his every breath.

A few of his guards suddenly drop to the floor, unmoving. People yelp in surprise, but they needn't worry. They're only dead.

When he still doesn't rid of the black collars I start dropping them one by one all along the walls, and slower than the last, taking the water from their bodies until they're shriveled and dry. Out in the hallways, more of them fall, though their hearts didn't stop from my doing. They fall to their knees and clutch their throats trying to get the air to rush back into their lungs, but it never does.

I know that he can feel each other their deaths, and though they may just be naive mortals and their lives nothing but a thing he cares little for, he did have a purpose for them, and now he doesn't have them at all.

I tilt my head, waiting for those black collars to disappear. They don't, so I turn Visha around slowly, my hand still on her neck as I pull her back to my chest and rest my chin on her shoulder. I can feel her body shaking with rage. That and the cramps I'm setting in every muscle that tries to throw me off rattles her.

She looks so compliant, and he looks like he's still not understanding the words that came out of my mouth. Without warning, I jerk her head to the side and snap her neck. The slightest flinch to the thud of her body as it hits the floor twitches in his neck. If I hadn't been looking for it, I wouldn't have found it.
I step over her body, leaving my skirt to carelessly drape over her, and lean in towards his ear.