Page 110 of Obsidian and Frost

~Lazriel~

Fucking shithead!

That arrogant piece of filth sorcerer thought he could come at somebody I cared for, thought he could lay hands on Sylas,hurthim, and walk away from that intact?

I’d fucking rip him apart.

I’d punish.

I’d ruin.

I’d bleed him goddamn dry!

As he tried to push off the tree, I body-checked him, driving him back against it with merciless force, hearing bones crack at the brutal impact, and the satisfying sound of his shriek echoing in the air.

It ramped up my bloodlust, which was already at a hell of a heightened state as it was after what I’d walked in on here—him beating the shit out of Sylas.

What the ever-loving fuck?

All I could see was blood-red as I threw my fists, wrenched Rennick to me by his shoulders and slammed him back against the tree over and over, then smashed my knee into his gut.

Blood sprayed, more bones cracked, flesh stripped away.

He flailed and tried to hit me with his magic, but I reacted faster, snapping his wrists in quick succession, then spinning him, fisting my hand in his hair and using it as leverage to crush and grind his fucking pretty boy face into the tree trunk.

“Stop… Lazriel…enough.”

I jolted at the sound of Sylas’ voice.

The plea in it.

The… weakness. It didn’t compute hearing either from him. I didn’t like it, and it was so jarring that it managed to cut into me. Right through the heart of my bloodlust and fury.

I roughly released Rennick, and he slid down the tree and slumped into an unconscious heap on the grass.

And then I spun back to Sylas and burst over to where he was sprawled out a few feet away.

He didn’t look… right.

No. No. No.

It was all wrong.

He was a dark god of wrath and vengeance.

That was what he’d told me Kai Hunter had referred to him as.

That fucking vigilante work of his. While I respected it in theory, in practice he was hurting himself continuing to do it when he was clearly sick.

Gravely illCassius had termed it.

And seeing the state of him now…shit,it rang brutally true.

Sylas Morgrave being reduced to this… to being hurt, to being unable to defend himself, to having his mammoth power depleted and compromised… it was extremely unsettling.

I hated this for him.

I hated him hurting.