No. I couldn’t think those thoughts.
My hand covered my mouth.
But if he had been caught, then he was wrapped up somewhere in one of my husband’s schemes, unable to talk to me. Where he couldn’t use my powers to defend himself because he refused to risk killing me.
Fuck!
A whimper flowed into my palm, and I swallowed it back down.
Think, Valora!
Crying solves nothing.
Use your power.
You’re a star.
All the words were mine, but underlined in Adrik’s influence. It
was time I owned my birthright. Time I fought.
The door to my rooms rattled beneath my palms, refusing to budge. I narrowed my gaze. Then I’ll burn you down.
It was wood, after all.
Flickers of blue embers emerged from the tips of my fingers and curled around my hands. I stepped back, ready to unleash a firestorm, when the door slammed open, almost flying off its hinges as my husband strode inside.
I hid my hands behind my back, willing the flames to subside.
“Wife.” Necros scowled at me. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“Shouldn’t have been very hard, husband. After all, you locked me in here. Remember?” I replied, taunting him.
His gaze narrowed. “I think I need a stronger armory for my new weapon.”
I supposed weapon was more of a compliment than him calling me a whore.
Ignoring him, I turned to go into my bathroom, but he strode across the room in a few quick paces and grabbed me around the waist.
“Missing Graystall today, are you?” he breathed into my ear and forced me to face him. “You know I despise black on you.”
“That’s too bad,” I drawled. “Maybe you shouldn’t have killed all those innocents yesterday.”
His brow furrowed. And then he laughed, the sound so loud I expected the glass in the windows to smash from the vibrations of it resonating around the room. “You mourn for the rats of Caluçon?”
“They were people, Necros. Women and children.”
“Ah, yes, the ones you desired to save. What was it you said? You wanted to educate them.” He chuckled again, shaking his head. “It’s a good thing you’re useful, or I’d grant your wish and leave you with them to die.”
I hated the reminder of him spying on me. Hated more his cruelty and disregard for others. And truly hated the way he pulled me against him to force me to feel his thickening cock.
He grasped my chin with his opposite hand, his touch deceptively gentle.
“My naïve little wife,” he cooed, his lips lowering to mine.
I couldn’t bear his touch anymore.
The feel of his hand against my skin.