Page 89 of Within the Veil

Ryder

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I groanas her cackle fills our heads and she gives her smile of evil depravity and pops out of the damn room.

We all exchange looks, and everyone in the room smirks. "Training grounds?" I say.

Grayson sighs and scrubs a hand across his face, "It's too fucking early for this shit. Let's go before her ass stabs one ofourmen."

I laugh, because he isn't wrong. We've been up since the babies demanded food at six am, like usual and since then we have been dumped with a shit ton of information. Now, Hudson has a boyfriend, a dragon iced-coffee laced gift and it's barely eleven am.

We faede out of the room and the scent of sweat and magic hits us like a punch to the face as we teleport into the training facility, where, from some fucking mystical place, the start of Nightmare' by Avenged Sevenfold is blasting.But...magical beings and all.

We walk to where there is currently a semi-circle of soldiers with their jaws slack as Hudson spins, like a tornado of destruction, with a scythe in one hand and a sword in the other, stabbing at a female-shaped battle dummy as she sings at the top of her lungs, like a metalhead Faerie assassin.

"NIGHTMAREEEEE," she hollers.

"Dear god, what is this music?" Oberon cringes as he watches Hudson flip through the air, suddenly no longer encombered by her pregnancy, her balance and dexterity back with a fucking vengeance.Holy, dick-inspiring hotness.

"Avenged Sevenfold," Grayson says with a smirk.

Hudson spins and sweeps her sword up in an arc, setting herself up for an upward strike to take off the dummy's head which falls to the floor before magically growing back, and Hunter growls, lust pouring through our bond.

"Look at that perfectly executed Rising Crescent. My dick is hard. My fucking mate is back, Gods, she's so fucking hot," Hunter's eyes flash red, his fangs extending.Anger and lust equal demon Djinn got it.

"She never fucking left, but goddamn, seeing her hack at that fucking dummy is doing shit to me," Zane murmurs.

Remi rolls her eyes, tongue wetting her lips, her gaze unwavering as she drinks Hudson in, "Hacking? Fuck that, do you see the way she is feinting and spinning faster than before, all while holding that note? Nowthatis fucking wet dream worthy."

With each swing, I swear the music gets higher as if she is composing death. "Is this where I raise my imaginary lighter and scream 'Long live Rhionna of Fhaell, shredder of battles and maestro of mayhem?" I ask, my eyes streaming with tears as I fight back the laughter.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWWNNNN THE PRICE OF EVIL!! AND IT HURTS TO KNOW THAT YOU BELONG HERE, YEAHHH... NO ONE TO CALL, EVERYBODY TO FEAR, YOUR TRAGIC FATE IS LOOKING SO CLEAR...OHHHHH I'M YOUR FUCKING NIGHTMARE!" She sings, changing the lyrics slightly.

I almost lose all sense of consciousness as I burst out laughing, "fuck she is really going for it." She's so fucking gorgeous it is ridiculous but especially now, as her joy and excitement resonate through our bond and her face has the familiar singleminded focus of murder.

There is, quite honestly, nothing sexier than a murderous mate out to save the world.

"Oh man, she's fucking epic," Jensi wipes tears from his eyes.

"I've missed this," Luca adds, also laughing.

Her wings pop out, and she takes to the air with a dark laugh and starts to shoot fire from her palms," FEEL THE FIRE, FEEL THE HATE, YOUR PAIN IS WHAT WE DESIRE."

"This is like a fucking spoof music video drenched in death, but a lot hotter." King chuckles, fascination and worship painting his features. Same dude, same.

"Fuck it, this is too good. I'm going in," Jensi laughs and shoots into the air. He lets out a loud victory cry as he Hudson hold hands and start to spin, with fire sparking from their fingertips.

"AND I KNOW YOU HEAR THEIR VOICES," Hudson continues, her voice resonating from every corner of the room.

"Calling from above!" Jensi shouts, showering glitter from the ceiling.

"THEY TOOK FOR GRANTED YOUR SOUL, AND IT'S OURS NOW TO STEAL," Hudson follow up.

"As your nightmare comes to life!" Jensi sings along, thrusting into the air like he's fucking the world.

Oberon stares on in horror, "Good lord, I is what your music entails?"

"I like it. I must have more," he says fervently.