into the neck of a shifter without flinching and specks of blood splattered against the pale skin of his cheekbones that looked chiselled from beautiful white marble.
Azura snorted. “Savage!”
Inching closer, I examined his over-six-foot frame swathed in badass attire: black jeans and a T-shirt that displayed the rippling muscles of his chest and legs.
My mind whirled with evil possibilities. “Can he help me kill Mason?”
Azura responded coolly. “I believe the correct question is will he?”
My eyes narrowed. Vampires killed Zoe and Diego. They couldn’t be trusted, but I was desperate. “So will he help me?”
“Cortez will do anything for a price.”
My body shivered at the chill in her words. No further clarification was needed. The price had absolutely nothing to do with money and everything to do with blood and power. “I guess charity is really dead.”
“There is no charity in Others. You will do well to remember that. Do you see that crazed lust to kill in his eyes? A look I have seen too many times in too many battles. Battles between him and Kara that’s ended with them bloody, battered, and sexually unfulfilled. A predicament that would remain that way until the end of time.”
For a long moment, I studied Mom. “I beg to differ. They’ve scratched that itch a long time ago.”
Azura clucked her tongue disapprovingly. “So the mighty Valkyrie finally succumbed to his darkness. This does not bode well for her future,” she responded. Disgust laced her voice.
I was getting so tired of her riddles. “What does that mean?”
“Given the fact she is still the High Council’s property, it means that Valkyries shouldn’t shit where they eat.”
“Property?”
“The Valkyries were created by the Immortals to be their enforcers, and by right, the High Council has the authority to control them in the name of the Immortals.”
“That’s all I am to them? A piece of property to be controlled and used at will?”
Azura sighed heavily. “That is Glen and the High Council’s belief. As a Valkyrie, you are his property, and believe me, he does not share well with Others.”
“Is it always about control and killing?” I asked.
“For Glen and the Council, yes, but it wasn’t always that way. When my father ruled, the Valkyries were like his daughters and he loved them dearly. It will be that way again when Boulder takes the throne.”
“If he takes the throne…”
Azura laughed coldly. “And given your current predicament, it is in your best interest to sway that decision.”
I cringed at the truth. “I didn’t ask for this.”
“None of us asked for this. The Immortals bring balance. The Valkyries bring death. The High Council wreaks havoc. We all have our place in the circle of life.”
“Well, I choose not to kill.” I paused. “Scratch that… I choose not to kill anyone but Mason. He has a slow, painful death at the end of a rusty knife coming to him.” I’d never killed a thing in my life, but I had no doubt I wouldn’t lose a wink of sleep upon his death.
“See how the act of taking life seems so natural to you? Smell the blood and death in the air. Doesn’t it make your heart race and mouth water with the need to jump into the fray? Doesn’t it feed your lust to kill and destroy?” Azura taunted.
My nose flared at the iron scent of blood. The smell of death lingered in the air. A scent that should repulse me made my fingers tingle and mouth water. My body felt energized, like I drank ten cans of energy drink. I shuddered at how quick I moved from human to wild animal. However, the last remaining drop of civility within me wanted to stop the senseless killing and fighting. It was contradiction at its highest.
“There has to be a better way than…” I gestured to the vampires and wolves tearing into each other ruthlessly. “This.” My head snapped around at Mom’s voice.
“Oh, what do we have here? It’s Cortez. Ivan’s bitch,” Mom said with a