From Slave To Queen (Athena and Michael) novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80

“Is Gora the goddess you serve?”

“I revere them all. My prayers always go to them. But my origin comes from Gora”

“Will you reunite with them once y

*you dier”

“When the day comes, if my soul is worthy, I’ll pass into the Far Lands and meet them there.

“And if your soul isn’t worthy?”

“Then I go to what humans call hell.”

“What will happen to Evanoral”

1 haven’t forgotten the conversation we had in the library–and her admission that she gave up her soul to become some kind of half dark–witch.

“She won’t go to either place. I’ll be as if she never existed.

The void will consume her“.

A chill runs through me-

and I’m sure it’s not because the water’s cold.

Evanora chose that fate to become a half–witch. But why?

Why give up something so important for that?

“Is it the same for humans?”

Anklets out a little laugh–almost diabolical

“Yes, it’s the same,” she admits.

“Imagine their surprise when their souls arrive and there’s no single god–when all their beliefs crumble.”

“How do you know all this?”

The ones beyond told me.”

I gasp, and she sighs.

“I think that’s enough for today. I’ll leave you to finish your bath in peace.”

She starts hopping toward the candle flame.

“Oh, and by the way he has a soul.

I’ve kept that heart warm, waiting for you, Elara.”

“For me?”

“I knew someone like you would come one day”

And she vanishes, becoming one with the flame.

I say a while longe

longer in the water, staring at the fire in case Ank decides to reappear and play a prank to scare me to death.

When I realize that won’t happen, I climb out of the now–lukewarm bath.

I wrap myself in a silk robe and walk to my chambers, leaving small drops of water in my wake.

The curtains are drawn, keeping daylight from spilling directly inside, so the warm glow of a candle beside the vanity is what lights up my features.

I sit and look at everything spread out in front of me.

I grab the brush and decide to start with what feels familiar.

I run it gently through my hair, undoing small knots and letting it fall like a cascade over my shoulder.

I close my eyes for a few seconds, enjoying such a mundane act.

Chapter 80

The slight scent of night–blooming jasmine and damp earth snakes under my nose–and before I can open my eyes, I feel warm lips kissing my shoulder.

“You didn’t think a simple bath could wash my scent off you, did you?” he says against my skin.

ip the brush tighter, open my eyes slowly, and look at our reflection in the mirror.

His eyes are looking at the same thing as mine–and they shine brighter than ever.

His chin rests on my shoulder, and a wicked smile is enched on his lips.

He slowly lowers one hand along the curve of my neck and continues, shifting the delicate fabric of my robe to leave my shoulder bare

“You want the whole castle to smell me on you? Doesn’t that go against your image!”

“What image?” he asks, amused,

“No humans–that image.

“Oh, that” I hear him inhale sharply

guess it’s a little late to think about that now, don’t you think?

Now it’s no humans,except the beast who haunts my castle.”

Maybe I shouldn’t push certain buttons–but my mouth, the one that never knows when to shut up, acts on its own.

“Are you, Lard Draven, speaking of exclusivity!”

1 cast a challenging glance toward our reflection..

He arches a brow and curves his lips in an arrogant smile.

He pulls away slightly, and I feel it like the lou

ofa

Ta limb–of something vital.

“Do you think you alone could satisfy met he challenges.

“It’s not just my thirst that’s insatiable.

All of me is Every damned part.”

I lift my chin and hold his gaze through the mirror.

“I don’t think it I say. “I know it”

His laugh is low, but deep enough to make my insides twist with desire and my toes curl

I wring my hands on my lap, abandoning the brush and the task I had been doing.

Some damp strands cling to my cheeks–I ignore them and turn on the stool of my vanity to face the vampire

He straightens up, which places my

my face at the level of his abdomen, and I have to lean back, pressing against the wood of the furniture to look up

at his face.

“We’ll see about that, Elara

He lowers his hand to my face and runs his thumb over my bottom lip, freeing it from my teeth.

He presses just enough for my lips to part and make room for his finger to invade my mouth.

There’s something incredibly powerful about how it’s the smallest gestures involving me that darken his gaze like this.

Not even when I’ve seen him furious have his eyes looked like they do now.

My tongue hesitantly grazes his thumb at first, and soon after, I swirl it and give a small suck.

A hoarse mean rumbles in his throat, and I know we’re both having the same sinful thoughts

He pulls his finger from my mouth before I can keep torturing him with unspoken promises.

My eyes open in surprise when I see the shape of his hardness in Isis pants.

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