moment and die hard – except, he couldn’t die. Or live, for that matter. So basically, he just did whatever the hell he wanted to, when he wanted to. And right now, he wanted to help that woman.
With a fine mist spread across the glass, he looked into the mirror and saw himself behind a scene. A scene of pain and absolute fuck-up. Her body did a weird sort of…slump, against the ground. And then the blood rushing out of her back spread to the ground. The king, Zyn, gave the largest and most painful cries Mike had ever heard, and tore the blonde man’s head from his body.
And Talon…. Mike knew it was desperation that had the chains ripping from the wall. There was no way anything else could have freed him. He dragged himself to his dark-haired lover and wrapped his arms around her, tightly. Even though he only heard what was happening with a fuzzy ear, as if they were miles away, he could hear him pleading with her. He begged and begged, telling her he loved her, that she had to come back.
Mike turned the screen to the pale-haired witch, Amenia. Sister to Lyne’s former cheating wife, and not the most powerful witch in the universe. Despite her old age, her malicious side had kept her from advancing on in her powerful state. No, she was as weak as a babe compared to other witches he knew.
Talon was still clutching the woman, sobbing now.
So much pain, anguish, complete agony. How did he deal with it? Mike watched with a frown as he slowly lowered Jamie’s body to the ground, taking care to arrange her limbs, smoothing a hand over her forehead, tracing her lips. Her lifeless lips. Zyn was making good work on Chris, and Amenia was staring at the scene with a small smile to her lips. And then he made his way to the witch, who didn’t even notice.
Only Mike, who had known her for as long as he had, knew what she was thinking and feeling. Right now, the bloodbath was about to make her orgasm and he sure as hell couldn’t have that. This was just making him pissed off. He might get his ass chewed by Kevin for doing this, but he could really give a shit.
He reached into the mirror, grabbing her hair. She had gone too far, had cost too many lives and with Talon on a killing-rage, the world would go horribly out of balance. He grinned; couldn’t have that, now, could we? Poor Kevin would get his British bloomers in a twist.
“Unhand me!” she gasped. He let her slump to the floor in front of him.
“That must have been dreadfully painful,” he said casually. “Like glass, slicing through you? Yeah, I bet Talon knows how that feels, right.”
With pursed lips, she got to her feet and, only because he was the only thing saving her from a life of hell, bowed her head. She was the lesser and she knew it. He could even smell her fear behind her calm façade. It was like candy to a child, he thought happily.
“Now, I understand that you went on a bitch-rage and just killed an innocent –“
Her head snapped up. “She wasn’t –“
“Shut the hell up,” he growled. He liked playing games, liked to have fun. But when people interrupted him, it pissed him the hell off. Especially because she was wrong. Her face paled and she once again dropped her head. Yet even at the submissive pose, her hands were twisting under her robes.
“Interrupt me again, and I swear I won’t make your death a good one. Alright!” he chirped, clapping his hands. “You killed an innocent woman, while knowing that she was heir to the throne. You just got your king back, and you take away his daughter. Do you really think that was the smartest thing to do? Do you know what will happen now?”
When she gave no response, he barked, “Answer me, Amenia. I don’t have fucking time for you to act like this.”
She breathed out. “No, Creator. I don’t.”
“Your blind need for revenge is costing me one of my strongest races. Kevin is so focused on his damn Acutos and Archaeos shit that he’s all but forgotten about the other plane. And look what you’ve done,” he snapped, wishing that he didn’t have a thing against hitting women. “You’ve just screwed up my only chance at keeping you fuckers alive.”
If possible, her face lost