"No. I'm stronger than Freya. You're lucky you don't deserve to die," I hiss before cutting their air off until they black out.#p#分页标题#e#
That's all of them. If there are anymore, they're not brave enough to attack—not yet.
The doors blow open in front of me, creaking in fear as I walk over the threshold. More valkyries appear, but one look at my eyes, and they retreat, screeching and diving into the planes of the souls they keep.
I sense him, taste the air he breathes into, and I follow his scent as a guide. With each turn, his scent grows stronger. With each step, his presence touches me more. Bars separate me from a corridor where I sense him the most.
Charmed bars.
I smile as I press one hand to the bar. That's all it takes. It collapses as though it was never anything more than a few bars of iron instead of impassible charmed holds.
As I come to the end of the corridor, another set of bars meet me, and behind them rests my night stalker. He sleeps. Peacefully.
I look around to see them all asleep. They don't move or acknowledge me, so it has to be a spell.
"Wake," I command, smiling as they all slowly rouse and rise from their sleep, and then freak the hell out when their eyes meet mine.
The dark-haired lycan glares at me, and I take a step toward her cage, smiling as I beg her heart is as black as her hair. Damn. It's not. It's too light.
"Alyssa," my night stalker says, drawing my attention back to him.
With a wave of my hand, all the bars in the room bend and contort to make room for the imprisoned to step out. The glowing blues meet my silvers, and I smile in anticipation as he wraps me up, pulls me to him, and presses those incredible lips against mine.
He pulls me tighter as the fire ignites from my mouth to his, and his fingers run through my hair as he roughly seizes control of the kiss.
"We should get out of here before the damn valkyries come," the dark angel says from behind.
I turn to see a heart so pure it's almost blinding. He's not as pure as my night stalker, but he's close.
"The valkyries will let us go. They'll die if they don't. I only offered them one chance to live, for they were only doing what they felt was right."
The dark angel stumbles backwards when he sees my eyes and hears my words. Odd little creature.
I turn back to see my night stalker smiling, and then he shakes his head in amusement.
"She finally fucking got it under control."
Chapter 20
Gage
"She has to be somewhere, damn it!" I yell, tossing shit around the room as Dice flinches.
"Have you checked with Drackus?"
Drackus. That motherfucker won't be of any damn use. I don't even bother answering Dice's rhetorical question.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I almost rip the damn seam open to pull it out.
"Yeah?" I rush out, not recognizing the number.
"Meet me in twenty minutes. I know something you're going to want to know," my mother says, making me hiss and growl in one breath.
Not who I wanted to speak to.
"What's this about?"
"Alyssa. Meet me in twenty minutes at the corner grove behind Pine Shore."
"I'll be there in five. You be there, too."
I hang up, and Dice walks over to me, hands on hips like a pissed off woman.
"If you think you're leaving me behind, you're sadly mistaken."
I smirk, shrugging a little. "Go to sleep," I mutter, stifling a grin when he falls to the floor, snoring before he claps the ground.
I grab my keys, and then say to hell with driving. That's not too far. I can vaporize.
My body dissembles and melds with the particles of the air as I split the planes, traveling too fast to be more than a glimpse of a shadow to the mortal eye. My feet hit the ground, I stand up and straighten my jacket, and then I start looking around for the bitch who had better tell me where my girl is.
"Looking for someone?" she asks from behind, bringing my attention to her.
I turn around before saying, "Where is she?"
She smiles and shrugs. "I was hoping you'd have the answer to that. It seems she stole her night stalker from prison after I worked so hard to put him in there."
She broke him out? Fuck. They're together? I can't fucking save her if she doesn't stop running from me.
Wait. What?
"You're the reason he was found out?" I ask, stunned. This bitch knows too much.
Her ominous grin quirks up as she plays with a strand of her hair. "It's so sad, really. You had the potential to be something so great. You always were a disappointment. I served her up on a silver platter for you, and yet you still couldn't play your part. Even gave you Aphrodite's spell. Pathetic, really. Only a true fuck-up can fuck up this bad."