I clamped my hand over my mouth, trying to restrain every sound that might have escaped me. I stood still debating whether to keep eavesdropping on the conversation or quietly tiptoe to my chamber, pretending I was never there. "So, what are you planning to do with Metis?" Calvel changed the subject. Ash sighed. "I can't do anything… not yet." The sound of something falling and smashing against the floor came from the end of the corridor. It might have been a sloppy servant dropping a glass, but the problem was, I wasn't the only one who heard the noise… "What was that?" A heartbeat passed since Calvel asked, and the door to Ash's office slammed open, exposing me while I stood in front of it like an absolute idiot. I froze. The blood drained from my face. Ash looked me up and down, his lips curving into a smirk. "Come in, Nala," he said. "Wouldn't it be easier to listen to our conversation from inside my office?" I gulped. "I… I didn't mean to. I heard voices on my way to the cha
I took another step back away from the window. Then everything within me stilled, paralyzing me from head to toe. I saw a reddish light heading toward me when suddenly a strong arm looped around my waist and hauled me to the side. A split second later, the window smashed into pieces, and the place where I had just stood was now marked by a burning arrow dug into the wooden floor. I stared at it with my mouth open. The arrow had a massive point and a three-foot-long shaft. The whole length of it was burning. The fire slowly spilled to the floor in a crawling motion."You're OK?" In all the panic rising within me, I barely recognized Hunter's voice. Fighting against the terror, I turned around to face him. I hadn't even heard when he stormed into my room. If it weren't for him, it would have been me, not the floor, which was now burning.I nodded, my heart thundering against my chest. "Yes, thank you.""We need to get you somewhere safe," he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of
I vaguely heard Hunter talking to me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, his head leveling with mine, preventing me from looking at the dead body lying in the corridor. The blood pounded in my ears. I felt sick. My gaze slowly dropped to my hands. They looked normal, with no signs of wicked energy enveloping them."How?" I finally choked out, slowly raising my gaze to Hunter's."Nala," he muttered, his hand gently stroking my cheek. "I'm so sorry... I tried to get here sooner."I stared at him, ineptly trying to reboot my brain. "Is… is he dead?" I asked, half-denying the reality.Hunter nodded. "I'm not sure how, but you killed him."I swallowed the thick knot that formed in my throat. My head was spinning. My body trembled. My skin burned. "I killed…"My world turned black.***When my awareness slowly resurfaced, I heard low-speaking voices. My body was relaxed in the softness of familiar sheets, and I debated whether or not I should open my eyes."I wanted to rip Hunter to piece
Ash's thumb slid across my lips. Unknowingly, I parted them ever so slightly, welcoming his touch and wanting more. My heart pounded against my chest. My breath accelerated. I was ready for whatever would come from him. I wanted it. I craved it—I craved him.I looked into his onyx irises and saw the red flames lightening their color until there was nothing but the fire within them. His gaze slowly drifted down to my neck, my shoulders, and my cleavage, well-exposed in the silk nightgown. His fingers stilled on my jaw and lips, and the anticipation became unbearable. Did he want me as much as I wanted him? Was he hesitating? Didn't he sense my desire for him? I was quite certain that some of my reactions to him couldn't be more obvious.He moved his hand back, and I instantly missed his touch. "You…" He exhaled a ragged breath, shifting his gaze away from me. "You should get more sleep. It's still very early.""I'm not sleepy," I muttered, but he ignored me and headed toward the door.
Hunter's words swirled in my head while we walked to Ash's office. What he said sounded ridiculous and impossible. This legend could have been a made-up story, one merely passed from generation to generation. Someone like that deity could have never even existed, and yet my mind generated more and more what-ifs. Nonetheless, there was one huge problem with my godlike powers, as Hunter called them: I didn't know how to use or control them, and I seriously doubted that any goddess couldn't use her own celestial abilities. "Are you all right?" Hunter asked as he was about to open the door. I nodded, even though I was far from being fine. With everything that had happened recently—with my moment alone with Ash, with the strange powers I possessed, and with the legend Hunter told me about—there was no way I could be fine or calm. I took a deep breath as I entered Ash's office. Several people were already in the room. Ash was sitting at his desk, with Calvel and Nicor standing behind him
"Are you insane?!" Nicor took those words out of my mouth. "Explain to me how this is supposed to help?! The King would have to approve his relationship, and that's not going to happen!""It will happen because I am almost certain that Morfran Tenebris will see Nala as Ash's weakness, and, in his mind, everything that could potentially weaken Ash is good for him," Calvel convinced.Amanda raised her hand. "I vote for marking. It can be quite an enjoyable process." She winked at me, and I felt I might collapse even though I was sitting."You are both nuts!" Nicor shouted and then stepped toward Ash. "I vote for moving Nala away from the mansion. To the mountain cottage perhaps? Hunter would keep her safe there."I wondered if I had become invisible at some point since they all decided to ignore me while it was MY life on the line. I felt anger rising within me and a scream building in my throat. I ground my teeth and stared at them, wondering if they were going to stop treating me like
The fake relationship was supposed to be about pretending. If so, I had a huge problem already because this kiss seemed too real to me. Everything that Ash poured into that kiss didn't feel fake either. At first, agreeing to this so-called agreement between us appeared partially reasonable, but the more I thought about it, the more terrified I was. The single kiss had turned my brain into a squishy mush. I couldn't even begin to imagine what would happen after a bit more of this "pretending." This arrangement felt wrong for so many reasons, but one part of me—a dumb part of me—believed I could handle it, and the other part madly anticipated more aspects of "convincing others." God… It sounded so idiotic and naïve. I ignored all the red flags that popped up around my head. I silenced my instincts and focused on nothing but the sound of my heart, which pounded erratically whenever Ash was around. That damn blood pomp took control, chasing all logic away from me, and before common sense
After three days, I fully comprehended why Ash said that I might find the etiquette lessons "unpleasant," although I would surely find a few other words—more suitable than "unpleasant"—to describe what I felt during the long hours of my lady training. Most of them were invectives. Yet another curse left my mouth as the tiny plate slipped down from my shoulder while my hand with the spoon tried to reach the bowl of soup lying on the table. That tiny plate was one of those small, highly annoying things that Nicor placed on me to secure my posture while eating.With a heavy—and completely infuriating—sigh, my bored teacher elegantly bent to reach for the plate and placed it back on my left shoulder. "Again," he commanded."Do vampires extend their hands just like their claws?" I asked, annoyance slipping through my flat voice. "Because I don't believe that it's possible to reach that far without leaning forward. That's inhuman," I remarked.Nicor gave me a lopsided smile. "The idea is no