Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,42
Wyatt announced.
"Or I can do my part as her mate," Omarion tossed back.
"You? Her mate?" That had Wyatt rolling his eyes. "I don't approve."
"I'd love to hear what Queen Cyldrirth has to say, for a little fae pixie guide told me otherwise," Omarion countered as his eyes began to shift to a furious red.
"She hasn't done the ceremony with you."
"We did that ages ago, old man," he revealed, and I noticed how the others began to shuffle closer to where I stood, which was inches from the door.
"We should take Cass and run away," Tristian suggested.
"That actually doesn't sound like a bad idea," Dominick agreed. "I don't like this tension one bit."
The two of them looked like they were about to duke it out when a dark void emerged right between them, and with a solid blink, a woman with long green hair and wearing a fitted black dress stood there with the palms of her hands against each of their chests.
"Continue your childish declarations outside," she ordered with menace. "Unless you're going to be a positive influence on Queen Cassandra's recovery, I suggest you two behave and settle your foolish bickering in the dragon fields far north."
It took me a moment to realize who this woman was, until her wings finally began to show a glimpse of their iridescent beauty as they slowed down from their speedy flapping.
"Marigold?"
That had the others’ eyes widening at the woman who kept a calm yet stern expression. Her eyes landed upon me before she bowed her head just slightly.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," she greeted. "No need for an explanation. Queen Cyldrirth has caught me up with what occurred on your end of this ordeal."
"Um." We all seemed to glance at Cassandra and back to Marigold before she seemed to get it.
"Hmm. I guess to avoid potential confusion, I'll refer to my mistress as Queen Cassandra and her mother as Queen Cyldrirth, if the conversation promotes it."
She lowered her hands then, her eyes glancing between the two of them before she gave King Wyatt a suspicious look.
"Are you going to look at me like that all the time?" King Wyatt inquired.
"Maybe. Depends on what mood I'm in. Thankfully, your daughter is too tired for me to waste magic or I'd do a little number on your royal-"
"Fae pixie guides don't follow the standard royal rules you supernaturals do. Therefore, if I want to call him a deadbeat dad who's now finally showing up to do his responsibility as a father to Cassandra, I won't get punished for it."
She gave a sly grin before she walked over to the washroom and began to gather a bowl and face towels. While we recovered from our moment of shock at seeing this new, dark, and older version of Marigold, she was already laying a warm cloth upon Cassandra's forehead.
"I'm fine with either of you aiding her magically since you’re dragons and of royal blood, but I suggest Omarion proceeds to do such since I'm sure King Wyatt will have other things to attend to once we've recapped the events that have brought us all together this fine evening."
King Wyatt looked a tad annoyed, but he didn't argue as Omarion walked over to the other side of the bed before sliding between the sheets to sit up against the golden bedframe.
With a little aid from Marigold, he was able to bring Cassandra into his arms, making sure she was in a reasonable position that wouldn't leave her too sore once she awakened.
As he closed his eyes, the temperature in the room began to spike. But what intrigued me was the visible shift in their auras. Cassandra's aura normally matched the theme of this very room, dancing with rich gold, orange, and turquoise. On occasion, it would shift to a reddish-purple, but I could only assume it was Quil-Zu either communicating with her or aiding her with a bit of energy when in combat or training sessions.
Now the two energies were molding together, blending their vast differences in strength and shades to become one unit of golden red.
Omarion normally cloaked his aura on the few occasions we'd witnessed him get cranky back when we were guards, but now he let the secure hold free, revealing the enormous amount of energy that he hid so flawlessly.
I'd be lying if I tried to act unbothered by the sudden dramatic difference in strength. Tendrils of jealousy spiked through me and Otis.