The Clash Of Drakkon: Book Four Of The Drakkon Series

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Alessandra Drakkon

Queen of the Drakkon Empire

I stalked through the hallways, searching for him, I didn't even bother hiding in the shadow realm, one glimpse of me and the Nisha ran the other way, they could tell I was on a warpath, and they didn't want to get in my way. He wasn't in my bedroom, though I still smirked at the splatters of his blood everywhere, I must look like a crazy woman, still covered in the blood of the woman I tortured earlier, but there was no point in washing it off, I would get more on me before this day was over. I don't know why I hadn't thought of it first, but my gut told me he was in the throne room, he was too arrogant to run away from this like my previous ex-husband Cedric, I really just needed to stop marrying people, my husbands always ended up dead for something, it was tragic really, I would be a widow twice now.

I kicked open the throne room doors dramatically and come face to face with a contingent of guards, that look ready to stab me with their swords until they realize who I am, they look nervously at each other, no doubt wondering what to do. Cyrian stands up from his throne and looks at me with joy, the stupid lovesick fool. "Alessandra! You've returned! I knew you would! Together we can stop this invasion and finally conquer those pesky High Houses that have been resisting me for years!" The guards parted for me, and I simply walked through them, I wasn't going to tell them I was about to attack their king, not when I could just walk up and attack him without having to fight off all his guards.

He reaches for me eagerly, looking like he was about to hug me or something, I slap his reaching hands away and he looks at me with shock and hurt, after what I did to him earlier, he still didn't realize that I didn't care for him anymore? "I am not here to you, you fool, I am here to kill you." His face was comically shocked before it darkens and twists into the Cyrian who liked to torture me when I displeased him, this was the real Cyrian, the one he tried to hide behind a loving persona, except all the Nisha wore pleasant masks that were hiding the monster they truly were on the inside.

"Guards!" I smirk, and wave my hand sending streams of shadow at them, it wraps around their faces in a blind fold they couldn't get off no matter how hard they tried, trying to touch it would only cause them harm, only cut them, and allow shadow poison into their veins, trying to pull it off with force would only kill them faster.

"Your guards can't help you, it is just you and me, Cyrian. One on one, with no guards to pin me down for you, or venom that can subdue me, this is the way it always should have been. Quick, easy, and far less bloodshed, but you were so determined to make me yours, to own me in all ways, you never realized that I refuse to be owned, that is why you couldn't break me no matter how hard you tried. I am my own master, and sure your venom confused me for a while, but I think you'll discover that it won't help you now." I tilt my hands and let the fear taint drip off of them, forming puddles of black liquid on the ground until my shades claw their way out of them.

Cyrian stumbles away from me in shock, staring at my summoned shades in horror, they grin at him, two identical copies of me, except with the Nisha traits I lost when I drank his blood, the black hair, the sharp teeth, the silver eyes. "You wanted a Nisha bride, while here are two." I gesture them forwards and they prowl forward with gleeful grins.

"Impossible! Only I am strong enough to make physical shades!" I laugh at him, he was so astonished, he obviously hadn't realized why I could make physical shades.

"Because you obviously haven't noticed yet, when I fed on you, I took more than your blood." I gesture to my arms and his eyes widen even further when he notices the still long sleeves of black fear taint.

He looks down at his arms, noticing his fear taint only goes to mid forearm now, I had stolen almost half of the fear taint he had spent years stock piling. "No! No! How is this possible! Another Nisha can't steal fear taint! How have you done this! What trick are you playing on me!" I shake my head, rolling my eyes at his blatant disbelief of what had obviously happened.