For You | A vampire Seduction

♡ Chapter Nineteen ♡ New

𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 ~ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ (:

𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐟 ➳

"What in the world could possibly warrant that?" I demanded, a wave of nausea rolling through me at the absurdity of her explanation.

She merely shrugged, her gaze drifting away, avoiding my eyes. "My 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 wishes to speak with you."

To hell with the 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯. These insufferable buffoons always find a way to annoy me, and it's become even more unbearable now that they know I've discovered my mate.

I stepped closer, my voice firm. "If that's the case, was it truly necessary to disrupt the weather? To intrude upon someone's peace?"

I was certain she understood precisely which "someone" I referred to-Rachel's mother.

"Oh... that 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚," she replied, tapping the corner of her mouth as if feigning sympathy.

I crossed my arms, impatiently waiting for her to elaborate.

"It was the only way to get your attention," she stated matter-of-factly, "so I had to resort to it. But believe me, I did not lay a finger on her." She clasped her hands behind her back, an air of arrogance enveloping her.

"And concerning the weather, I wield my power as I please."

I scoffed, disdain curling on my lips. What an insipid airhead.

With my shoulders squared, I retorted, "There's no need for you to flaunt your abilities. I bet you take pleasure in squandering them on nature. Nevertheless, your message has reached me, but understand this: we will not be coming."

I observed her previously calm demeanor twist into fury, her fists clenched tightly at her sides.

"I do not wish to fight you, Nyghtfaer! Do not provoke me! Or we shall wage war upon you."

"Go ahead. I've always been prepared for another battle."

I could see the fire ignite in her gaze, my words clearly stoking her anger. In an instant, she pressed her fingers together, then flung them apart, unleashing a flurry of green daggers that hurtled toward me.

I smirked, a thrill coursing through me.

With deliberate slowness, I pressed my palms together, channeling my strength as I pulled them apart, summoning a thousand volts of lightning. I unleashed that energy toward her, sending the daggers careening back in her direction. Her eyes widened in horror as she hastily conjured a massive black shield between her palms. Yet it was a futile effort, for the volts pierced through her defenses, sending her crashing to the ground.

I tilted my head, a bemused expression crossing my face. Too bad the daggers didn't return to their origin.

She groaned in pain, struggling to rise.

"Oh... darling," I teased, gazing down at her fallen form with a hint of arrogance. I sauntered closer, crouching down to inspect her injured body.

"Feeling discomfort?" I taunted, raising my brows in mock concern.

Her glare was fiery, her face flushed with rage. "What did you do to me?!" Wicce screeched, her voice cracking.

"Ah! Nothing too severe, Wicce. I merely wanted you to relax and share your purpose here. Once I'm satisfied with your explanation, I'll alleviate your suffering and permit you to leave."

"You son of-"

"Now, now, let's refrain from insults. I think I prefer being called Nyghtfaer instead of that tiresome 'son of a bitch.'"