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The Bellatore sought power and a very distant voice in his head said he should tell her he had more than enough. But when he attempted to do just that, the powers refused him with a vital clarification. While he was Kollaborator of the three Kings, he was not free to use them as he saw fit. He could only Kollaborate the powers unto another’s will.

Whose will? Theirs?

Raviel’s?

Their Queen?

Reuban snapped his seat belt on and threw the vehicle into drive, stomping on the gas. If the context of the confrontation determined the power’s flavor and will, then that meant what he’d do and how he’d do it would be determined by her. She would decide whether he’d administer pleasure or pain, and she’d also decide how he’d deliver it.

She popped her tiny foot on the dashboard again and this time, the sight brought a painful throb to his cock. Fuck, he’d never seen a more erotic vision. The ridiculous amount of power in it made him question everything. Was she some kind of test? Was he supposed to resist the inconceivable lust she’d waken in him? Learn to control it? And it wasn’t just lust ravaging him. Sovery far from it. The idea of anything touching her body, besides him, called him to Kollaborate the three powers into unholy retribution.

He really wasn’t sure which card their little sex-trip represented in The Hand they were dealt by the Pontis, nor did he know if it had anything at all to do with the prophecy they were fulfilling. But he did know it meant something. And he knew the answer would be presenting itself very soon as they went about their immaculately aroused way.

Visions of what he’d done to her in thatrealmassaulted him till every muscle vibrated with the need to finish what he’d started. And what had he started? Why hadn’t he been allowed to complete it? Who had stopped him? Reuban wanted to know that answer. Both the who and the why. And maybe he wanted to Kollaborate the power of the three Kings to make them pay for not allowing him to bring his Angel of Mothers the pleasure she deserved. And the pleasure he craved to give.

Plan B

“Listen to me,” Kildare muttered after they were far enough from the hut. “I don’t know how fast this monster will grow and what it’s going to do to her but we’ll both need to be ready to keep her alive. Remember what you did with her heart?”

“You mean what Ididn’tdo?” he barely said, the terror in his gaze poking at his fire.

“That’s why you’ll start training now. You’ll learn your powers, and together, we’ll keep her alive. Reuban will return to help, and hopefully, Raviel will get here and show us what needs to be done.”

Krave went to pacing before him, the shake of his head becoming all too familiar. “How will she survive delivering it? Nephilim are monsters, it’ll rip her in half!”

“We need to trust,” Kildare reminded him and himself.

“Trust who?” Krave bit, the storm in his gaze bright red. “Who isreallytrustworthy? The only beings I trust right now areyou, Reuban and…”

“I trust him too,” Kildare said, knowing he meant Kaos. The dark being had decimated all forms of doubt when he gave himself for their Queen without hesitation. Even while having that evil in him. “And I trust Raviel, because he made him.”

“I’m not there yet,” Krave admitted without remorse. “And I trust our Little Saint to do exactly what we don’t want her to do in this,” he added. “Did you feel her power? Where did that come from? I don’t know about you but every cell in my body was gripped byherwill and nothing else.”

“It’s growing just like ours. When she needs it, she seems to have it. Pray it’ll protect her when it comes time to delivering that demon.”

“And Kaos?” Krave wondered.

Kildare eyed him, curious. “What about him?”

Krave clasped hands behind his head as he returned to pacing. “How the fuck did I go from despising a being to wanting to save him?”

“The feeling is mutual and mutually astonishing.”

“Is there any way for us to help him?”

Kildare took a huge breath, his gaze scanning the multi-green forest around them. “This is all new, even to me. I wish I had an answer.” He leveled his gaze right at him. “We’ll do everything we can.”

Krave and Kildare flashed to the hut at the sudden increase in Josie’s pulse. While Kildare saw their Queen remained glued to Kaos’s body on the bed, Krave pinned the Bellatore’s giant servant to the wall by his neck. “What are you doing?” he demanded.

Kildare eyed the tiny possessive arm over Kaos’s chest, the sight stirring his passion for her.

“I was feeding her, she’ll need to eat,” the servant grit from beneath Krave’s chokehold reinforced by Kildare’s fire.

“I’m fine,” Josie said, looking over her shoulder at Kildare, then Krave who flashed over to them.

“How are you feeling?” Krave whispered.

She gave the barest smile. “I feel… a little tired. He’s growing so fast.”