Wicked Matrimony (Legends and Lovers)

“You flew,” she breathes out. “Is that your power?” Her eyes snap at me, full of anger. “Actually, I don’t care. I’m out of here.”

“You’re going to make me do this the hard way.”

“I don’t care what way you do anything.” She moves past me, hustling down the back lawn.

As if she can escape.

I smirk. God, this is going to be fun.

In a split second, I catch up with her, sling her over my shoulder, and fly back to my bedroom.

Six

Allison

* * *

I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I can’t believe this is happening to me.

He’s flying.

Once his feet are on the floor of his room, Draven deposits me on the bed. All this talk of powers has made me lightheaded, and I try to get up, but Draven holds me down.

“Get off me,” I scream. I will never marry this man. Never. “Get the woman you were just making out with to marry you.” I saw him. He can’t deny any of it. I saw him kissing the neck of some woman with my own eyes.

“We’re trying to save you. Maybe I should let you just wander off this property so you can see what’s waiting for you on the other side.”

I push his hands off me, sitting up. “Maybe you should.”

“So be it.” He grabs me, throwing me over his shoulder once more and dashing to the balcony of his room.

I squeeze my eyes shut, afraid of what’s coming next. He flies through the air, and I cling on for dear life, feeling the whoosh of the wind through my hair. He lands in the field below. Then he jumps, and I’ve barely got enough time to hold on tight as he flies once more, ending deep in the middle of the forest.

“Put me down,” I say, pushing away from Draven’s body once we’ve landed safely on the mossy ground.

Draven drops his hands. “Sorry, I just wanted some privacy away from nosy ears.”

I fold my arms. Ha. Looks more like a power move to me. “Why?”

“There’s a man named Bogdan.”

Bog-who? “What does he want with me?”

“Nothing yet, but once he finds out what you can do…” His words fade away as he shakes his head, like the thought of it is too painful to bear.

“Oh.” This is all too bizarre. Is this real life?

“I want to help you.”

“Why?” I step back. “Why me?”

Draven pushes his hands into his pockets, and I take a second to study the man before me. Moonlight outlines his chiseled jaw. His eyes are so dark, I can’t see where they end.

“Because… I want to help you cultivate your power.”

“You want to use me? You want me to be your own private little weapon, is that it?” I can see right through this man. All his lies about caring about me. About wanting to protect me. He wants control over me too.

Everyone does.