Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 151630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 758(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 758(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Dev found the strength to kick out and send the fucker stumbling and falling forward.
So all the guards were on him again.
Sasha breathed a sigh of relief. He owed Devinshea.
Myrddin tsked as the guards punched and kicked Dev. “Prince, you never learn. She’s of absolutely no value. She’s weak. Her goddess was trapped for too long without form, and it will take years and years for her to recover. I brought her over because I needed to show the king how to separate a god from a host. Well, I need to make sure I do it properly. Practice does make perfect and all. Poor thing really thought she was saving her plane. Women are easily led. Promise them a few baubles, a tiny bit of power. Saving their people from hunger and they just go right along with it. Gentlemen, give me a moment.”
The guards stepped back, retreating to a part of the dungeon where Sasha’s gaze couldn’t track them.
“Yes, I’m sure my wife is going along with all of this because that asshole version of me offered her a new shoe collection.” Dev spat some blood from his mouth, barely missing the wizard.
Myrddin frowned at Dev. “She’s being perfectly obnoxious. I would have given him anything else, but he would take no other prize. I know it’s a mistake, but if I don’t sit down here and talk with you, I’ll have to deal with…well, the other you, and strangely I like you more. Or perhaps not strangely. You’re a likable chap, Devinshea. I found you quite a nice lad to talk to when you weren’t fighting me.”
“I didn’t fight you because you put a thrall stone in my head,” Dev bit off. “But please continue. I would love to know why we’re in this specific position.”
“Like Lucifer, I often attempt divination. I use a demon or witch as a focus so I can calculate which paths to take. Imagine my surprise when that idiot Olivia had so much power, she could show me not only different outcomes on our plane but how the timelines would fracture in any given scenario. By the way, you not returning at all actually went quite poorly for me. At some point your human security team would have went looking for you when their contracts were up, and that shockingly led to my untimely death at a rather large blond man’s hands. Working with Olivia’s power taught me how to jump into a different timeline. Such an odd place. People were happy and thriving and working together to heal the world. It was unnerving. I didn’t like it so I tried again. Eventually, I found this place that has, shall we say, some unique properties. I don’t know if your mother’s sithein would work the same way since it’s technically on the Earth plane. These Fae lands form one of a thousand different Fae planes. I suppose this timeline broke off when your grandfather chose to leave the Earth plane entirely and found a home. Either way, I doubt your mother would have given me what I need.”
“And what is that?” Dev asked
“Energy, of course. I’ve always known my plans to use the Sword of Light to close the door to the Heaven plane might not work out, so I’ve looked for other sources of energy,” the wizard admitted. “This particular plane has mountains that amplify a specific resonance. But the land is attached to the king. I need his help, so that meant I needed to find a way to give him something he wants.”
“Zoey.”
The wizard’s eyes rolled. “She must have a magical pussy. Too bad it’s attached to her personality. I truly hate that woman. However, you’re correct. He would only take his lost love. He intends to spend his immortal life with her. I’m supposed to be working on how to make her immortal, by the way. I’ll be long gone before then, and she can deal with him.”
“Oh, none of us are truly immortal.” Dev rolled his head as though trying to work the kinks out. His body was already healed, but he had to be in pain. “You should know I intend to bury that fucker, and then I’ll deal with you.”
“I’m sure you’ll try, and I don’t know about that. Immortality, that is. I recently ran up against some magic I haven’t felt in millennia. Magic I was certain had been destroyed,” Myrddin said with a low growl.
“Good for you. I hope it swallows you whole,” Dev replied with a shit-eating grin.
At least one of them knew what to do. Ostara sat quietly. She was being sweet and patient and allowing Dev to take the risks.
And then he noticed her shoulder move slightly.
Damn it. She had a knife, and she was trying to cut her way out. They would hurt her. He felt a growl start deep in his chest.