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will reconsider now that you see all you could reign over once you belong to me. By my order, the stone will strip you of your abilities—at least until I see you are willing to obey my commands.” She struggled to keep standing. Sarian yanked her against his chest. He narrowed his eyes. “You can either accept your fate and live, or I can release you to the will of the underworld and you can die a slow, agonizing death.”
Zanya curled her lip and summoned every bit of her energy, then grabbed his hand and wrestled him for her stone. He threw her against the altar, where the blood from the last sacrifice had already dried and turned to dust. “Stupid girl!” She blinked when bits of soil fell onto her cheeks and eyelashes from the roots slithering above them.
His eyes narrowed as they locked on the pendant around Zanya’s neck. A scowl arched his lip. “You believe the heaven deities can help you now?” He grabbed Cualli’s emblem, tore it from her neck, and threw it to the ground. “You are mine now. They have no power here.” He towered over her, glaring as if he hated everything about her. “ I own you. ”
He cradled the stone close to his mouth and read from the book. The moment the words passed through his lips, her stone flashed with purple. The sickness crawling through her veins burst with such intense heat, as if she’d been set on fire. The dark energy clamped around her heart.
Zanya’s muscles locked. He extended his hand and trailed his fingers over her cheek. She slapped him away, but it didn’t seem to faze him. He trailed his hand down her neck to her bust line, and stopped just as his finger caught the lace of her tank top. Her powers were gone, and instead his dark force pulsed through her.
“Now. Let us watch the cleansing of your new kingdom.”
Zanya didn’t reply, partly out of fear, though mostly out of resentment. Sarian grabbed hold of her hand and rested her open palm on his cheek. He dragged his lips over her wrist, inhaling her scent. His eyes closed, and his throat visibly tensed with sexual desire, making her want to gag. “Remember.” He opened his eyes and stared into her face. “Your abilities are chained, and if I so choose, you will be just another corpse lying at the bottom of the temple. I suggest you exercise some sense and do as you are told, young guardian.”
Zanya swallowed, but her throat was so dry she could barely manage. Where was Arwan when she needed him? The only explanation was too painful to consider.
She glared defiantly at Sarian.
He returned the gesture. “You prove to be more like your mother than I care to remember.” He shoved her back, nearly throwing her to the ground.
More soil tapped over her shoulders. A thin layer of dirt now powdered the stone temple.
Sarian continued reading from the book. The ground below them writhed with roots. More of the tree’s roots from above reached down, and more pushed up through the dusty earth. The temple trembled. Zanya grabbed on to a stone block and bent her knees so she wouldn’t fall down the steps.
Thankfully, she still had control over her body.
Sarian didn’t seem fazed by the churning ground and wild roots slashing at the air. Zanya’s gaze flickered from him to the book while he dragged his finger along each line he read aloud.
This was the book from her dreams. It had the same curled corners, the same yellow tint, and the same textured pages.
Screams and shrieks replaced the underworlders’ chants as roots coiled around their ankles and legs and dragged them under.
Gut-wrenching screams shook the air. Underworlders scattered in every direction, desperately seeking refuge from the hungry tree. Scarlet puddles sat on the dry surface. Soon, the ground looked like a sea of blood.
Sarian read line after line, page after page, and she could do nothing more than watch. Her stone was hexed with his underworld power, which was more powerful than anything she could control. She would have
Zanya curled her lip and summoned every bit of her energy, then grabbed his hand and wrestled him for her stone. He threw her against the altar, where the blood from the last sacrifice had already dried and turned to dust. “Stupid girl!” She blinked when bits of soil fell onto her cheeks and eyelashes from the roots slithering above them.
His eyes narrowed as they locked on the pendant around Zanya’s neck. A scowl arched his lip. “You believe the heaven deities can help you now?” He grabbed Cualli’s emblem, tore it from her neck, and threw it to the ground. “You are mine now. They have no power here.” He towered over her, glaring as if he hated everything about her. “ I own you. ”
He cradled the stone close to his mouth and read from the book. The moment the words passed through his lips, her stone flashed with purple. The sickness crawling through her veins burst with such intense heat, as if she’d been set on fire. The dark energy clamped around her heart.
Zanya’s muscles locked. He extended his hand and trailed his fingers over her cheek. She slapped him away, but it didn’t seem to faze him. He trailed his hand down her neck to her bust line, and stopped just as his finger caught the lace of her tank top. Her powers were gone, and instead his dark force pulsed through her.
“Now. Let us watch the cleansing of your new kingdom.”
Zanya didn’t reply, partly out of fear, though mostly out of resentment. Sarian grabbed hold of her hand and rested her open palm on his cheek. He dragged his lips over her wrist, inhaling her scent. His eyes closed, and his throat visibly tensed with sexual desire, making her want to gag. “Remember.” He opened his eyes and stared into her face. “Your abilities are chained, and if I so choose, you will be just another corpse lying at the bottom of the temple. I suggest you exercise some sense and do as you are told, young guardian.”
Zanya swallowed, but her throat was so dry she could barely manage. Where was Arwan when she needed him? The only explanation was too painful to consider.
She glared defiantly at Sarian.
He returned the gesture. “You prove to be more like your mother than I care to remember.” He shoved her back, nearly throwing her to the ground.
More soil tapped over her shoulders. A thin layer of dirt now powdered the stone temple.
Sarian continued reading from the book. The ground below them writhed with roots. More of the tree’s roots from above reached down, and more pushed up through the dusty earth. The temple trembled. Zanya grabbed on to a stone block and bent her knees so she wouldn’t fall down the steps.
Thankfully, she still had control over her body.
Sarian didn’t seem fazed by the churning ground and wild roots slashing at the air. Zanya’s gaze flickered from him to the book while he dragged his finger along each line he read aloud.
This was the book from her dreams. It had the same curled corners, the same yellow tint, and the same textured pages.
Screams and shrieks replaced the underworlders’ chants as roots coiled around their ankles and legs and dragged them under.
Gut-wrenching screams shook the air. Underworlders scattered in every direction, desperately seeking refuge from the hungry tree. Scarlet puddles sat on the dry surface. Soon, the ground looked like a sea of blood.
Sarian read line after line, page after page, and she could do nothing more than watch. Her stone was hexed with his underworld power, which was more powerful than anything she could control. She would have
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