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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.

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

away from me,” I growled, but neither man moved away

does it feel like, having someone bound to you like that? They say it’s like sharing a

but property,” Slate

kill you, again,” I hissed, my fingers twitching as fury and adrenaline numbed

out behind him in a sheet of silver white. “Did your mate really think she could hide her pregnancy from me? I could taste it in her blood, you know.

monster,” I ground out, trying to form

yet,” the king said, unperturbed by my curses. “Then you can have her, Slate. That was the

Night,” Slate added, rocking

New Night?

making my skin crawl. “How close we are to taking over your realm, little wolf. Your homes will soon be filled with my kind. Your people won’t need them. Your kind… will just be fodder

Slate whined, trembling as he rested his

sharply, and Slate cowered, falling to his knees

mirth seeing Slate cower. I let my remaining energy feed my power, my soul-sucking power, the power that had plagued my family since the

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 chastising Slate to pay

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

can’t kill me,” I taunted as I let the full strength of my power roll over my body. I couldn’t protect Lena

weak. It was taking all of the depleted strength I

no doubt in my mind that this was how I would

be taking the king with me into

you. You’ll make too fine of

teeth as I felt his hand

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

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

was barely lucid when I heard the king’s shocked moan. Something clattered to the ground as my other wrist met with

I felt it take me like a wave of icy water as the dim light of the room began to fade into flakes

said aloud, and I was sure it would be the

***

*Lena*

of warriors to cut through the vampires and gain entrance. Vampire after vampire charged for us, snarling and clacking their fangs

them up and pushing them over the bridge that led to

flew open with a swipe of her hand, flying off into the deep well of rock that surrounded the fortress. She strode inside, looking around as more vampires rushed us. She was oblivious

railing, “is will the stone to do your bidding. You must

she was headed. She was

stairs and let Oliver, Kiern, and the

silver wolves made of mist and starlight rushing down every corridor and shredding whatever

but strong enough to give me

in my old room, and the