MISSING MATES
Nyctophobia (noun): abnormal fear of darkness.
DAY 36, HOUR 3
My thoughts blanked.
Arabella and Sadie were missing.
Once again, I’d lost my fucking Revered in the middle of a battle. Once again, we failed her.
This time, she wasn’t nearby.
We’d checked.
For some heinous reason, the bond sickness wasn’t working when we actually needed it.
I opened my mouth and bellowed, scarlet flames pouring out as I burned the infected and ungodly to ash.
Since we’d come to this realm, since I’d realized what Arabella was to me, my powers had been intensifying. My flames burned hotter and brighter, and I had no urge to hold them back.
The fire wanted to destroy the world, and I wanted to destroy the world for her.
Our interests were aligned.
“We can’t find them anywhere. We’ve done an entire sweep of the castle,” Jax’s panicked voice crackled over the earpiece.
“Where the fuck IS MY REVERED?” I bellowed like a mad man.
When we’d realized that both Arabella and Sadie were missing, I’d ordered everyone to fan out and search for them.
Finding Arabella was the priority.
Fuck the war.
Fuck the High Court. They’d cautioned me against unleashing too much of my power because they didn’t want me to go mindless with rage and accidentally kill the soldiers on our side.
Too late.
I was mindless.
Flames of pure destruction poured off me as I scorched the last dozen ungodly that remained. Before their ashes had touched the ground, I’d already turned and was running down the hall toward the group.
We had to find Arabella.
I couldn’t lose her.
I wouldn’t survive.
