Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song

Prologue: The Crown Of A Villain

“I will follow you no matter what side you're on. Good or bad, Cassandra.”

My eyes continued to stare at the red liquid that swirled in my wine glass. The movement of my wrist was an unconscious task, the counter-clockwise flow of my drink giving some type of hypnotic ease to my burning reality.

I sat alone in the hotel suite that oversaw the vast city. The skyline that was normally filled with flickering lights and lively movement was now dimmed to darkness as the world around me seemed to do what I dreaded to accept.

Mourning.

The single thought made my hand tremble, queuing me to lift the very glass to my lips and take another sip of the thirst-quenching liquid. Lowering the glass once more, I stared at the ripples that moved through the vintage beverage, the bitter taste making me envision this cup being filled with the blood of my enemies.

My lips curled further in a smile that should have been considered sinful when it was brought upon at the idea of bloodshed and death, but the amusement of the idea made me want to pursue such internal desires and make them become reality.

To let the blood of that murderer soak my claws, seconds before I wrapped my fingernails around his heart and pulled it right out.

That image continued to run through my mind, even after the few hectic hours I endured which led to Omarion bringing me to this very hotel room. I should have appreciated the kind gesture, and deep down I did, but all I could do was continue to wear this mask of armor to tame the burning beast of sensations that were desperately waiting for a hint of a trigger.

One wrong move to trigger the vengeful madness I'd end up pursuing.

I remained in the red velvet chair, one leg resting upon the other as I got lost in memories that fought hard to trigger tears.

C'mon, Cassandra. Don't give me that cute look.

You're cute when you're asleep, Cassandra.

I swear, Cassandra exists to poke at every nerve ending in my being.

Come closer, Cass. I want to feel the fabric of that bra of yours.

Random sentences from my supernatural bros began to replay in my head, again and again, until I closed my eyes and forced my mind to shut them all out. The silence was followed with a flow of heat that did its best to comfort me.

Quil-Zu.

"At times of uncertainty, remember the power that lies within. The flame that burns diligently to be felt by its master. Timing is everything. We will get the answers we wholeheartedly seek."

What if those answers don't bring us what we wish to hear?

It was an automatic response, a reflexive way of moving around the fear we shared deep within.

"We move on to the next line of action," she quietly replied. "We let the actions of thou flame burn through the paths of our enemies until we're delivered the justice we deserve."

Her answer gave me some sort of comfort as my mind slowly deciphered her wise words for what they truly were. We would wait for the information and instructions we sought through the valley of quiet whispers and mourning supernatural shifters.

If the truth was set in stone, all those involved in destroying our vision of happiness and peace would pay the ultimate consequence while the world as we knew it would be lit by flames.

Drinking more of my wine, I decided to lower it to the black table to my right. Deep inhales lead to slow exhales as I further rested into the velvet chair that was far more comfortable than one would think upon appearances.

My eyes closed as I tried to keep calm in the quiet depths of the room, but it was impossible to fall asleep, even though my body ached for rest. My mind was swirling with thoughts while I was in a state of emotional distress that was masked by silence.

I can't allow myself to cave. Can't allow myself to be weak. For the sake of my supernatural bros...my boyfriends...my...lovers...I can't simply break. Not now.

My eyes opened then as I sensed the presence of another. The black saucer with golden trimming that lowered to the table next to my empty wine glass held a cup of steamy, hot tea.

"Marigold," I quietly greeted my fae pixie guide, my gaze lifting slowly to take in the new appearance I'd donned upon her in my heightened state of uprising. I could give myself a few seconds