turned into a butterfly. You finally grew your pretty wings, Synthia,” I mused, watching her walking toward me.
My clothes vanished, along with everyone else’s. The only one who had clothes on was Synthia, and I remained perfectly still, observing her carefully as she crept forward, intending to pounce. Her eyes were purely predatory, like something inside of her was calculating the odds of getting to me before Lucian could stop her.
She was hunting me down, as if she planned to capture me, and then fuck me. I wasn’t wholly opposed to the idea, either.
“You want me, come and get me, woman,” I rumbled thickly, ignoring Ristan, who snorted as he entered the meadow she’d just pulled him into, forcing him into the chaos.
“She just seriously invited us to a fucking sausage party without asking! I can’t even put on my clothes!” Ristan winced the moment her eyes turned to him. “Oh no, you ain’t fucking me. That’s something that we can never undo, Flower.”
Her eyes dismissed him, swinging back to me to slide down my body and settle on my cock. I swallowed hard, surveying her cautiously as she approached me with her head slightly tilted.
“I want it.”
“It’s yours,” I answered, watching the victorious smile play over her mouth before she paused hesitantly.
She stopped, turning to peer out over the meadow as if she heard something no one else could. One moment she was almost to me, and the next, she was across the field, standing silently as she waited for something. Her wings dipped, dropping to a guarded stance that had taken me years to master before battle. She stood as still as a statue, waiting as everyone else grew tense with unease.
Her hand lifted as men burst through the portal at the entrance of the forest. I stepped closer, intending to sift to her and fight at her side, but Lucian shook his head.
“Don’t fucking move. There are only so many fucking holes we can close before Synthia destroys the entire veil between Faery and earth. You wanted the Goddess of the Fae to man up, now stand back and watch her work. I have a feeling your new wife lacks something she needs back immediately, and without it, she isn’t the woman you married. That’s a mindless being with no fucking conscious thought. Her only needs are to feed, fuck, and destroy.”
“What the fuck could she be lacking?” I inquired, studying the way her head remained tilted as the mages approached her slowly.
“Her fucking soul,” he snapped as her hands rose before the men could reach her.
The moment her hands lifted, the men nearest her burst into flames, taking them to their knees. Power erupted, stifling the meadow as if the air was being sucked out of it. Men screamed as they began melting to ashes before reaching her position. Her hands had barely moved, and yet every mage that rushed her was either burned or rendered to ash.
She was fucking beautiful, glorious, and terrifying all at the same time.
Thunder clapped above as the wind howled, lifting her hair and sending the ashes of her victims away. Rain began to fall, cleansing the meadow of the battle until all that remained were the pristinely cleaned skulls of those she’d just slaughtered. The men, who had yet to die, screamed, burning alive as she studied them without moving from her spot.
Her eyes held no remorse as she watched them suffering a grueling death. It was only when one man remained that her wings vanished. She walked through the dead toward him as his eyes slid down her body. She walked in his direction, the mirror image of Danu the first time I’d encountered the goddess.
Bilé stood still, watching Synthia as she approached him with slow, leisurely steps. I moved, but Lucian grabbed me, holding me there as he covered us in clothing.
“Let your power back out, Ryder. Call your mate with it. You need to go to her. She sees Bilé as a challenge, but that’s not Synthia. That is a goddess