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Chapter 620

Chapter 120 : Xander Is Dead

*Xander*

I wanted to be dead.

But those vampire bastards were doing everything they could to keep me alive. I was sure the torture they were inflicting was part of the act of trying to turn me into one of their hybrids, but the powers in my blood were preventing that from happening.

I was reserving those powers, turning them into something almost euphoric instead of deadly. If one of the Death Walkers attempted to feed on me, well, they were suddenly dizzy and unstable, often falling into a deep slumber with a childlike smile on their face.

I don’t know how long this had been going on. I hadn’t left the circular room where they were keeping me. The only thing keeping me lucid was Lena’s smell, which seemed to overwhelm the room. This is where she had been kept, and I was sure King Nikolas was keeping me here on purpose.

My body was in shambles, and every ragged breath was a challenge. I couldn’t feel my legs, and my skin burned with fever.

Just let me die, I thought, every time a new vampire came in to force some blood root tonic down my throat. Just let me die.

But then I… I was sure I wasn’t seeing what I saw.

Slate was in the room, talking to a Death Walker. His skin was… gray, his eyes a pale red. He looked totally different, but yet, his voice–his voice was the same.

Not real–he wasn’t real. I was dreaming.

Until I wasn’t.

“I’m going to be the one to kill you,” Slate said into my ear, his elongated fangs grazing my neck. I tried to push him away, but I couldn’t move my arms. My fingers twitched in response to his touch. I curled my fingers, which sent a shooting pain up my arms and into my shoulders.

No, not Slate–I’d seen him go over that gorge. I’d heard him hit the bottom.

“Get away from him, Slate. You’ll have your turn,” King Nikolas said as he strode into the room.

I was able to turn my head enough to see him as he approached, and I started, shocked by his skin.

He was pale, nearly translucent. But burn scars fanned out over his skin, covering one eye. He looked… horrific, a walking nightmare. And he was furious.

“Can you feel her yet, little wolf?” he sneered, reaching down to scrape a long, jagged fingernail down my bare chest.

I hissed with pain as he broke my skin open. He chuckled under his breath, eyes flicking toward Slate, who was staring at the fresh blood on my chest with a look of pure, animalist hunger. “Wait your turn,” he barked at Slate.

“The guards say his blood is… different,” Slate drooled, which made my jaw clench.

I felt my powers of darkness rushing forward, twisting and turning into something deadly in my veins.

the king said to me with a shrug, mopping up my bloodied chest with the corner of his cloak. “Slate nearly wiped out all of our

growled, but neither

someone bound to you like

property,”

I hissed, my fingers twitching as fury and adrenaline numbed the pain

she could hide her pregnancy from me? I could taste it in

I ground out, trying to

by my curses. “Then

in New Night,”

New Night?

his touch making my skin crawl. “How close we are to taking over your realm, little wolf. Your homes will soon be filled with my

trembling as he rested his palms on the bed, down right shaking

said sharply, and Slate cowered, falling to his knees

grunt of mirth seeing Slate cower. I let my remaining energy feed my power, my soul-sucking power, the

felt a searing pain in the mark on my chest. I gasped, sucking in my breath as the heat of it spread over my skin. The king hadn’t noticed; he was too busy

I could feel it. She was… she was close. Oh Goddess, no. No! She was walking

power roll over my body. I couldn’t protect Lena by blanketing her in

It was taking all of the depleted strength

no doubt in my mind

the

be killing you. You’ll make too fine of a

his words, gritting my teeth as I felt his hand

now. But the king was much stronger than his guards, and the force of his power was evident by how fast he was

the wound he’d inflicted. I used the last ounce of life I had to push that shadow through me, and out of me,

wrist met with Slate’s teeth, who was too hungry to even notice the damage my blood had inflicted

I felt it take me like a wave of icy water as the

would be the last word to ever

***

*Lena*

full force of the legion of warriors to cut through the vampires and gain entrance. Vampire after vampire charged for

pushing them over the bridge that led to the

until we reached the castle that I caught a glimpse of her abilities. The door to the castle flew open with a swipe of her hand, flying off into the deep

her hand on the railing, “is will the stone to do your bidding. You must offer

was headed. She was

let Oliver, Kiern, and the warriors finish

made of mist and starlight rushing down every corridor

I felt him, barely, but strong enough to give me a clue as to where he was–where he was barely

room, and the door