Bane
Striking three men down with my lightning, I leave Rion for Rave and cut through the army. But I’m distracted. There’s a call of magic around me that is leaving me feeling uneasy.
Half of Rion’s army runs when they see the undead, and I don’t blame them. This isn’t a fight they are going to win.
Rave battles with Rion, shadows against electricity.
Pandora fights alongside Soren, who watches her back as she commands her army.
They have this under control.
And that’s when I see her.
Standing with Salem, Sage, and Silver, three males I’d never see again if I had the chance, is my fucking fate mate.
And she’s stunning.
Perfect.
Long, straight black hair that reaches the curve of her ass, honey-brown eyes, and a curvy, rounder body I can’t wait to get my hands on.
She’s wearing a bright blue tank top, black leather pants, and boots with a purple flower in her hair. She’s not dressed for fighting, and I have to wonder what the fuck she’s doing here. She is also wearing black gloves that look out of place with her bare arms, and my feet instantly move toward her.
“Fuck,” her plush lips mouth, her dark-lashed honey eyes widening as she feels the magic pulse between us.
And then it hits me exactly who she is.
The triplets’ youngest sister.
Saylor.
She’s an illusionist.
And known for being a wild card, a mix of deadly and crazy spoiled.
My eyes move between her brothers, who are now watching me like they want to kill me, squaring their shoulders.
I can’t take any chances.
In a swift move, no one sees coming. I push them backward with a sharp gust of wind while shielding her at the same time. Then I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, zipping her out of there before they have the chance to attack.
My fated mate is not going to be standing in the middle of a battlefield, dressed for a fucking beach party. We’ve fucking won anyway, especially with Pandora’s army. I definitely didn’t see that coming, not from the sweet little witch.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Saylor hisses, pinching my ass with her gloved fingers.
Taking what’s fucking mine.
To Be Continued…