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As if I were trapped in a paralyzed body contorted at strange angles, jaws dislocated, fingers crooked. As if… the dilated pupils staring at me weren’t Asher’s… but my own. That was when something inside me cracked. I stared down at him. And kept staring — seeing, but not understanding. Then his face blurred. And came a roar, followed by a torrent of deafening thunder. Burning down my gloves, lightning erupted from my outstretched palms, attacking the throne. Again. And again. And again. The throne dais collapsed, the steps cracking beneath the assault.

"Now, do you want to know why I want to show you this, or not?" "Yes..." "Then shut up and listen." He went back to the book and carefully found what he was looking for. "This is the story of Princess Lila and the Thunder Queen. Lightning Queen. The translation I had said Thunder." Scarlett sighed, impatiently waiting for him to continue to the matter at hand instead of wasting time on trifling things like inaccurate translations.

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 didn’t hesitate as the book’s cloak spell burned inside my chest and suddenly spells I’d never remembered before—like it’d always been there, like it belonged there—came to mind. The moment the lightning began to fall, I reached with my hands and the power waking inside me. “Averte fulmen!” The word tore from me and something answered as the air bent and the red lightning—mid-strike—shifted but didn’t vanish; rather, it split, curving violently away from Draven at the last second, slamming into Volkava. The impact exploded knocking me back a few steps and Volkava further backwards as energy rippled through the ruins. My breath was uneven. For a second, I froze. He commanded thunder from th

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.