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Standing in the covered building over the gate stood a hooded person with arcs of lightning flashing back and forth between their upraised palms. The one who’d slain Alpha Octavia. The one who’d taken her from me. Screaming wordlessly, I tore out of Tristan's clutches. Snatching up a fallen shield, I hurried, bringing out my magic. My shield blazed like a silver sun as the offspring of Thor lifted their hands. Dropping to one knee, I lifted my shield. A crack of thunder shook the air when the lightning impacted my shield, as though Thor himself had walked out of the sky and into combat.

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.

Once ready, we leave and travel through the sewer to get back to Iron Wall. Living Lightning: A steak of lightning traveling throughout my arm, I focus and watch as the lightning gathers in one spot. Once it does, I shoot out a bolt of lightning. The bolt hits the ground and explodes, pieces of stone flying everywhere. The prison guards are stupid enough to stay and fight. They get up and start shooting me again. Ducking behind the wall, I smile when the guards’ blasters start to click. “Empty,” I say, “My time to strike.”

“Now you’ve got me intrigued.” My lips curved faintly. “Intrigued?” “How does a thief know how to navigate corporate negotiations and contract presentations?” I let out a quiet laugh. “Just because I’m a thief doesn’t mean I’m dumb.” I continued, “If anything, thieves are some of the smartest people alive.” That earned a quiet laugh from him, low and unexpected. “Is that so?” “Of course,” I replied. “You think stealing is easy? One wrong move and everything falls apart. You learn to think ahead and read people before they read you.”

The clang echoed through the courtyard. Kaelithra took a step toward them. And behind her, unseen, Prince Zaerath's good hand curled into a fist. His eyes flickered white again. He gathered what little power he had left, the last dregs of his lightning, and pushed himself up onto his knees. He was not done because he is going to use his melting lightning on her. He waited until Kaelithra's back was fully turned to him. Waited until she was focused on his men and then he lunged.

I stepped inside hesitantly. “Lightning is always bringing in new slaves. When will he get tired?” she sighed. Lightning. That was his name. It sounded rich and dangerous. She turned sharply to me. “But never has he asked me to prepare a room for one.” I shifted on my toes. Should I be glad a monster like Lightning was giving me special treatment? My instincts told me it was for his own benefit. Once he was done with me, I’d be discarded, given to his warriors, or killed.

It's as if I'm high on something illegal, yet I'm just allowing Theseus's magic to pour into me, and when I feel full and bursting, I open my arms, reflecting that energy out of myself. The sky lights up like a beckoned light. The storm shifted to the right and the left. Disappearing from my very sight, I expel it to clear the sky back to the bright blue one. Theseus flies towards me at that exact moment touching my face and turning me to him. "You can hold lightning?" He asks me. "I can?" I ask back. Is that what I just did, yielding lightning like he obviously does? "The things we do not know about you, Lilith." He shakes his head as he brings me back down to earth. My feet hit the wet flo

He stirred the kind of hunger I had never felt in my life. “You have been warned,” I said with a sigh as he looked at me with a tender look in his eyes, which soon turned electric and my body buzzed in response. “I am not sunshine and rainbows, Prince.” I whispered as I fingered his silky hair. “No. You are thunder and lightning. But I have seen the rainbows in you, too,” he breathed out in a voice that started fire in my blood. My breath hitched as I looked at him, shaking my head. “And the sunshine.”

And… I was probably overthinking everything and inventing details… yet I felt certain I had read something about eyes changing color in mythology before. I opened the book, flipped through the first pages, and walked toward the classics building as a cold wind cut across my skin. I tugged my light fall jacket tighter and glanced up just in time to see Levi emerge from the forest, hair a wild mess and eyes glowing gold. I sucked in a sharp breath, snapped the book shut, and ducked behind a building, staring at him with wide eyes as he swung a backpack over one shoulder and headed for the classics building, biceps stretching his T-shirt in the early morning light.

After our first clash, Arturo raises his hands, his fingers glowing with power. He shouts "Let thunder be my guide!" and a bolt of lightning descends from the sky, heading straight for me. I leap out of the way just in time, the lightning striking the ground where I was standing a moment ago. I pounce on Arturo, my claws tearing into his chest. He staggers back, but then he laughs. "You're fast," he says, his eyes glittering. "But let's see if you can keep it up and if that was not a fluke."