Chapter 24

Chapter 24

FEY

L et me out.

Rage burned through her, hot and unstoppable.

Fey made no effort to hold it back. She let that rage fill every part of her, let it burn through her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.

Power, raw and untamed, flowed from her, filling the building. Air swirled and circled her like a vortex. It pulled dust from the ground and the atmosphere around her, a maelstrom with her at the center. Lightning arched at her fingertips, that glorious new energy that sparked and burned, crackling with fury.

There were startled sounds from the other patrons in the club, voices full of fear and panic, but she ignored them all.

She was death incarnate.

She was unstoppable.

“Fey?”

Distantly she could hear Alastair calling her name, but she didn’t stop, didn’t turn. The wooden slats of the club’s dance floor singed under her feet as she made her way toward the exit. Ice crystalized on the liquor bottles behind the bar, and several of them shattered as she passed by, leaving icicles sharp as glass in her wake. She was fire and ice. She was wind and earth. Every element roared to life inside of her, awaiting her command. Ready to destroy.

“Fey, wait, stop!”

This time, she listened.

Fey stopped and slowly turned, fire blazing in her eyes as she faced Alastair.

Let him see me for what I am, she thought. Let him see a goddess’s wrath.

He froze under her stare, fear flashing in his eyes. Across the bar, she heard Jasper swear. Heard the Shifter hiss a command to Ferus, “Get everyone out of the building. Now .”

Howling exploded throughout the club, and suddenly there were Wolves everywhere, shepherding the patrons out. Wolves appeared from all corners, herding people toward the door, racing to clear the building. In the chaos, someone screamed.

This was why she could never be queen, why she could never wear the crown. They wanted a Witch who could protect the city, a Witch to stand between them and whatever threats may come.

They couldn’t understand that she was the threat.

“What the fuck was that, Alastair?” Fey asked. The electricity buzzing at her fingertips crackled louder, arching towards the ground.

“I…” Alastair stumbled back a step, lost for words.

Oh, that beautiful fury. That exquisite rage. It roared inside of her, eager to be set free. It would be so easy to burn this place down with him inside. So very easy.

“You used me. You don’t get to touch me like that, to use me like that. I’m not your fucking prop.”

“You’re mine,” Alastair told her through gritted teeth. “Not his. Mine .”

Cold. So, so cold, that beautiful anger inside her.

“When will you learn? I’m not yours, Alastair,” Fey told him, lightning trailing up and down her arms, crackling with energy. “I don’t belong to anyone but me.”

The ground shifted just slightly, the only warning before her power rose to a crescendo.

And the world exploded.