From Slave To Queen (Athena and Michael) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119

I shake my head, trying to shut his words from my mind. I turn back to Elara–she’s looming over the unconscious wolf–woman, trampling her as if daring her to rise again. When I approach, I slam into the force that refuses my presence.

“Elara!”

She doesn’t react–too lost in her thirst for vengeance.

I understand—she’s been consumed for years, and at first I couldn’t even look at her without remembering what she was a part of

“Elara. I’m talking to you.”

She looks at me without really seeing me–her gaze is distant.

“Shut up,” she growls.

“This isn’t you.” I swallow hard

“You have to stop.

I don’t want to stop–I want her dead.”

“It’s useless to kill her if you lose yourself completely in the process. You’re killing yourself—don’t you see?”

It’s clear she hasn’t noticed the blood coming from her ears and mouth–not only is she destroying this place, she’s destroying herself from within.

“I don’t care.

“I do.” I step forward again–still repelled by her aura.

“Your life is fucking mine and I’m not going to let you end it. Can you hear me? Don’t force me to do things I don’t want to do–because I’m willing if it means keeping you in one piece,”

A deranged, inhuman laugh escapes her. She turns her attention away from me, as if my words and threats meant nothing. I check–her mind is wide open to me. I’m speechless when I see the messy beauty inside her mind. With other people, thoughts, ideas, and memories are neatly compartmentalized, waiting for my fingers to open the drawers But in Elara–they’re all tangled together like a patchwork quilt; finished, it’s beautiful and endearing. Without a doubt, Elara is the most beautiful disaster I’ve ever had the pleasure to witness. Everything that makes her who she is is connected by fine silver threads.

1 exit her head and look at her–give her one last chance..

“Please, Elara. Don’t let Abigail’s death have been in vain–all this” I point to the floor, to the battered and unconscious Ragna

“We’ll find a way for you to control your powers, I’ll teach you, and then we’ll talk about revenge.”

“Her wounds heat fast,” I add, “you’re not going to kill her easily–especially if your bloodstill flows in her veins. Let me help you. You know better than anyone I know cruelty–I don’t show mercy to my enemies and I’ll show you when you’re safe.”

| emphasize “safe“-all that matters now. Everything else can go to hell as long as she’s okay.

it it dies

For a second, hope fills me—I think my words have reached her. But it

when she turns her gaze away and keeps beating Ragna.

I swallow hard–uncomfortable, almost desperate at what I’m about to do. I look for Drysian–he nods and encourages me, knowing this is the only way. I can’t get close to her with words, the worst thing I could do remains.

I close my eyes.

“Forgive me

I dive into her beautiful mind, sering her memories, worries, feelings–all that makes her who she is. There is a black sphere consuming nearly everything, from which silver threads connect to everything else. It’s her rage, tainting her being. I close my eyes tighter and clench my fists–and u Leels unreal what I’m about to do. The invisible fingers of my power extend before me and then I start cutting Thread after thread. Teut. When Tu dane. I don’t dare open my eyes–though the muffled snap tells me it worked. I wish I hadn’t succeeded. I wish Elara hadn’t lost complete control lating me enter her mind. Fuck–I hate it.

I slowly open my eyelids and see what I expected. Elara, her eyes empty, on the floor like a rag doll.

The hall has stopped shaking. Everything seems normal again–like seconds ago this place wasn’t about to bury us and become our grave. I step forward, kneel, and hold her in my arms like fragile porcelain–easy to break, as if she wasn’t responsible for this destruction.

12:26 PM c

Chapter 119

1 brush the hair from her face and look into her eyes. I’ve always longed for her to see me, to recognize me–now I can’t stand this empty gaze.

“Torgive me.” I repeat

was no other way.”

“There was no

I’ve done this so many

times, neve

never feeling even an iota of remorse–but now I feel sick.

Elara is a quebrada. Just thinking it makes me want to vomit.

Drystan’s hand on my shoulder doesn’t make me look away.

“You had no choice”

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