Bladed Kiss: A Dark Fantasy Romance (Witches of Protheka Book 1) by Celeste King

Author:Celeste King [King, Celeste]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Protheka Publishing
Published: 2023-08-10T16:00:00+00:00

18

SALINA

HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?

How could this be possible?

I don’t know what I am feeling. It could be rage. It could be heartbreak. I don’t know.

The world falls away from me until all I can see is Ocuri’s face. How could he still be alive?

Ocuri Thuvrol is alive, walking on Protheka as if he didn’t cause chaos and destruction.

As if he didn’t hurt me. As if he didn’t take my sister away from me.

He is alive, and my sister isn’t.

I want to scream and sob as old grief and new hatred wells up inside me. I become light headed as I step away from Denve.

You’ve stopped breathing. You need to breathe.

You need to breathe!

My skin is prickling, tingling, and I want to scream and tear my skin off. I want to pull my hair out.

I seem to be feeling every emotion at once. And a thought that this isn’t a good thing lingers at the back of my mind as the world falls and falls and falls.

Maybe I am the one falling.

The world becomes dark around me.

Everything is quiet here.

Now I am not seeing Ocuri’s face.

Now I am seeing my sister’s face.

She had the same golden eyes as I did. Her hair was a brighter silver than mine, almost white.

She was rounder than me, softer than me, the opposite of me in every way.

Her magic was slightly weaker, but she didn’t care.

She didn’t want anything except to find love and have a family and make a home for someone.

I feel like I’m choking.

You need to breathe.

Ocuri’s face has been obscured by the memory of finding my sister’s body after the battle.

She’s dead, and he is still alive.

I want to scream.

Rage, hatred, grief, all crash into me in waves. It is brutal and breathtaking and devastating, and I am not sure how I am still alive.

I feel it, vaguely, when I lose control of my magic.

But all I can do is hang on to myself as my grief and rage becomes greater than I am.

I have lost control of my magic several times. The first time was when I found my sister’s body.

Now, as I lose myself to the grief, I realize how powerless I am to myself and my magic.

A voice screams from my heart then. A voice of vengeance and hatred.

Let it all rot! Let them all rot!

I wish I could cry. I wish I could scream.

Let it all rot!

I have always known that I have the power, the ability, to cause great destruction.

Now, knowing that Ocuri is alive, all I want to do is bring Vhoig to its knees as I search for him. All I want to do is rot Vhoig away until I hold the city in my hand, and Ocuri is begging for me to kill him.

Something, something in the real, physical world, and not in my little world powered by rage, knocks into me then.

My magic sees this as an attack and reacts quickly, reaching for the body, as visions of my sister and Ocuri fall away and all I see is the loft.

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