Page 117 of Crave Me

“Fallon,” I whispered, something sticky touching my neck. I reached up to touch her shoulder and felt the source of it—blood.

From the gunshot.

Fallon had taken me down to protect me. She’d taken me down because… because…because she’s been shot.And now she wasn’t responding.Is she…? Is she dead?

I started to shake my head.No. No, this is not happening. No.

I was done with this bullshit.

Done with this world.

Done with people shooting first and asking questions later.

Done being benign and just watching it all happen.

Done feeling weak.

Done. Done. Done!

I closed my eyes as footsteps started toward me, the sounds of boots hitting the concrete a beat that matched my own heart. There were words. Voices. Someone saying my name.

But I wasn’t focused on them.

I was talking to my moon.

To the night.

To mybirthright.

Come to me,I whispered.Come to me, dear moon. I need your power. And I’m done harnessing my strength.

I’d tried to do this in a controlled manner. I’d tried to survive in this realm without exploiting my creation abilities.

And all it had done was end in deadly consequences.

Lethal spells. Narcissistic choices. Explosions. Unnecessary death. Pain.

The potential loss of my other half. Of my mate.

No more. No more kindness. No more gentle treatment.

No. More. Nice. Goddess.

I am the Mistress of the Moon, the Goddess of Night.

And. You. Will. Bow!

The ground rumbled beneath me as the moon heeded my call. This would have lasting impacts. It would change the predictions of all future sun and moon crossings.

But it wouldn’t harm many.

Just create a few tides.

This world of magic users could handle it. They could protect their borders, use magic to fend off unwanted waves, and shield their below-sea-level cities.

It wouldn’t impact them too much.

And even if it did, perhaps it was what they deserved.