Kissed by a Dark Prince(93)

The Third King slid his crimson gaze towards Sable again and Bleu twitched beside Loren, his sword rattling as he tightened his grip on it.

The demon looked back into Loren’s eyes. “I can find your fated female, but only if your brother returns.”

Loren stared at him, fury burning like acid through his veins, and clenched his fists, causing the points of his serrated claws to press into his palms.

“Vail will return, and when he does, I will kill him.”





CHAPTER 20


Olivia came around to find herself at one end of an elegant eggshell blue room with a beautiful woman with very long dark red hair and icy blue eyes looking down at her. Her lips matched her hair and the dark make-up around her eyes made her irises appear almost white ringed with dark blue, and her flawless pale skin gave her the appearance of a doll, too perfect to be real.

She planted her hands on her curvy hips, drawing Olivia’s jealous gaze to the perfection that continued to her figure. Full breasts rose high on her chest, supported by elegant silver metal curls and points that formed a sort of corset over her long black strapless dress.

“What does your brother see in such a bland female?” the woman said in a silken tone that did nothing to hide the haughtiness from her voice.

Olivia frowned at her and sat up on the wooden floor. Bland female? Just because she wasn’t the goth version of a Barbie, it didn’t mean she was bland. Loren didn’t seem to think so. He had murmured to her several times over the past day alone that he thought she was beautiful, although she had found his announcement that she was the most beautiful female in the world to be a stretch.

She was certainly not bland though.

She would have told the woman that if she hadn’t been able to sense the danger radiating from her in waves stronger than Loren had ever emitted.

Kordula.

It had to be Vail’s female, which meant that he had been the one to snatch her from the cafeteria.

Olivia’s thoughts turned to Loren. He would be frantic. There had to be a way to let him know she was safe. She focused her thoughts on him, all of her concentration, shutting out the bright and elegant period room around her that looked like it belonged in a fancy country house hotel.

Loren.

She pressed her hands to her chest, her heart aching with the need to feel him. The link between them felt clouded and weak. Was it the distance causing the static in the line or was it something else?

Olivia looked up at the woman standing before her.

A witch. Olivia had researched a few in her years at Archangel and all of them had incredible powers, able to weave spells and concoct potions capable of causing great destruction or infinite good.

There were three different castes of witch. Those born of the rare bloodlines capable of calling on the light or the dark sides of nature, were always of the light or dark themselves. Those born of a common coven witch were neutral, unable to connect with the power the light and the dark held without using spells beyond the level of most neutral witches. A light or dark bloodline could never bear a neutral witch or warlock, and vice versa. It was a calling, passed by blood to their offspring.

They could harness the power of nature and the world around them and tended to live in solitude, never acting as a coven. All light and dark magic bearers bore core abilities but some had rare talents, such as the power to gaze into the future.

The light tended to focus on life and their connection to that side of nature, harnessing it to heal and do good for others.

The dark had a connection to death and destruction, and forces from beyond the grave.

Kordula looked as though she dealt in the darker side of sorcery.

A male prowled into view behind her, hands clutching the sides of his bent head, fingers buried in his tousled black-blue hair. He growled, his agitated strides eating up the parquet floor, his bare muscular chest heaving with each laboured breath.

Vail.

What was wrong with him?

“Stop that infernal pacing!” Kordula snapped and Vail halted mid-stride, frozen in position, as if the witch had aimed her deadly powers at him and forced him to halt. “Come to me.”

Vail turned on his heel and glared at Kordula’s back as he stalked towards her, his eyes wild and vivid purple. He eased his hands away from the sides of his head and his black armour emerged from the bands around his wrists, jerkily covering his hands and forming his fingers into ragged, stilted black claws. He flexed them but it seemed to take him great effort, as if he had to fight his own body to make it move. He reached for Kordula, dark menace in his crazed eyes.

“Vail,” Kordula said in a voice that was all sweetness and smiled over her shoulder at him. “What have I told you about behaving nicely?”