Anna's Heir - Eve Newton Page 0,1

away, destroying everything and anything it can. It will repair itself with time, as long as I can stop this fucking disaster. Wherever the fuck Famine is right now, I’m going to kick his ass when I see him. But something is very clear to me as I land in the huge cavern. Someone is behind this. All thoughts of a coincidence are wiped from my mind as I count the number of creatures that arrive in the cavern after me. Aleister has Sid, who ducks into a corner as soon as the huge Gargoyle lets him go.

“Who the fuck is behind this?” I ask out loud, but I don’t expect any of them to answer.

Drescal and Devlin reach for me at the same time, wrapping their arms around me, but I’m as frozen as a statue. I can barely breathe with the realization that someone is out to destroy me so badly, they are willing to destroy Hell to do it. Why? Who? How the fuck am I going to stop them?

“We’ll figure this out,” Drescal murmurs to me, stroking my back soothingly. “Right?” he asks louder as no one else utters a word.

I tune them all out as they throw reassurances at me. I know I’m supposed to be doing something right now, but I can’t think what it is.

“My Queen,” Hael’s quiet, steady voice reverberates through my brain.

“Yes?” I ask, looking at her.

It’s only then that I remember the baby as she holds her out to me.

My mouth goes dry, my arms glued to my sides.

Gregory saves me by scooping her out of Hael’s arms and cuddling her close. Drawing out a fucking monogrammed handkerchief to wipe her face. I snort as I see him do this, which turns into hysterical laughter.

“Who the fuck carries around a handkerchief?” I choke out in between bouts of insane laughing.

He gives me a filthy look, but it softens when he sees I’m close to meltdown.

“I do,” he states with a sexy smile. “You won’t believe how many times one has come in handy.”

It just makes me laugh even harder until tears of blood pour out of my eyes. Then I sob so loudly, it echoes through the cavern. The two Horsemen that I need are the ones I’ve had to send away, and it has left a hole in my heart. When I catch up with Death and Famine, they had better fucking run.

2

Killian

A thump on the porch makes me look up from the Scotch I’m swishing around the glass. The door to Xavier’s cabin in the Wastelands bursts open and in falls Elijah and Xavier. She is covered in blood, her dress torn, and Elijah looks like he has gone ten rounds with…me.

“What the fuck?” I growl as I stride forwards. “Where’s Anna?”

Xavier collapses, so I reach out to grab her arms and scoop her up, cradling her as I walk to the bed. Her body is limp, but her eyes flash with worry.

“She sent us here…Lian, the residence is gone. Burned down…I don’t even want to think about the state the rest of Hell is in.”

I drop Xavi lightly onto the bed, ignoring her grunt of pain, and then in one giant stride, I have Elijah by the throat. “The baby?” I shout in his face.

“She’s fine. Sorry, I should’ve said…”

“You think?” I roar at him and shove him away from me. I start pacing in front of the cabin windows and look towards the Gates of Hell. The sky of the Wasteland, that is normally so gloomy and murky, is lit up with Apocalyptic destruction. Luckily, the firestorm seems to be slowing down.

“She sent you here so that there are only two Horsemen left. The wrong fucking two,” I mutter bitterly.

“Yep,” Elijah says, pouring himself a stiff drink and then handing one to Xavi as well.

“Fuck!” I snarl and kick at a wooden chair by the door. “I should be there, for fuck’s sake, not sent away like a fucking pariah. That child…” I grit my teeth. “She’s fucking mine,” I growl, low and dark, feeling sick with worry that I’m here and not with my daughter and her mother. I let out a roar of anguish and punch a hole in the wall. The fear and guilt is overwhelming. I feel useless and it is a feeling that has never descended on me before. I am, in Annabelle’s words, a SuperAlpha. The most Alpha of Alphas. I know it, she knows it, every fucker knows it.