A glimpse into the Dark...
Myla stood under the full moon, relishing the energy thrumming through her body. This was her time. An unnatural wind whipped across the see-through fabric of her gown, lifting her long, dark hair in the breeze. A tingly sensation fed her dark spirit, making her confident. Tonight, was her night to glory in her well-laid plans. There was nothing she craved more than mayhem.
Two shimmery snakes slithered toward her, both equal in length and her strongest allies. Pets she relied on, gave orders to, and needed in order to grow her vast empire.
A world without Light.
The two reptiles slid gracefully to their mistress, each curling around her ankles. They wrapped up her leg and settled. Each became a silvery shoe. One of power. One of vengeance. Both beyond deadly. Myla’s steps would be firm and unshakable. Her two minions, Heiss and Trake, were all the protection the demon priestess wielded against the Light, an opposing force meant to balance the Dark.
But she had undermined the trusted authority given into her care.
She knew her time had come. She had gathered her army. She’d lied to just about everyone, masking her true nature under the guise of Equipoise. Balance. Nothing was left but to reap the fruits of her devious plans. To screw over the Phoenix Code—the protectors of a race of phoenix shifters. They would all die.
She would snuff out the Light.
She had the advantage—the ultimate weapon.
He would bring soul-scratching fear. He would bring screams. He would bring suffering.
He would ensure death.
A dark shadow appeared and she smiled.
He had arrived.
Myla loved his presence, his strength, and how easy it was to control him. He’d been birthed from the light. He was an angel—the one meant to balance her darkness, but all it took was a magical elixir and he was putty in her hands. She would seal his fate with a permanent spell. Her new dark lord would become her deadliest minion. He would forget his previous life and take his place at her side.
He strode closer to her, his black cloak dashing in the eerie wind. He sank to one knee and bowed his head. Myla loved his submission. This was exactly what she envisioned when she saw him for the first time.
A beautiful slave.
She tipped her hand under his chin, gazing down into the face of retribution, and she smiled. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, my queen,” he whispered.
Her fingertips smoothed over his lush lips—a mouth she couldn’t wait to use on her body. Instant heat traveled her veins, aching to fuck him soon. “Good,” she said, holding out a small vial in her other hand. Glowing green liquid shimmered underneath the night sky. “Drink this, then you will be mine.”
There was no protest from him.
He took the vial and opened it.
His lips parted and he drank down the glowing concoction.
Myla’s eyes narrowed. “Your previous life is gone,” she said with firmness. “From this day forward, you will be my slayer… my dark assassin. I am your master now. You will answer to Rafe. And you have one mission.”
“Yes, my queen?”
“Kill every phoenix shifter.” She bent forward, brushing her lips over his. “Then come to me.”
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